nightstoriesinink

In the middle of the night

is when I wake with a fright.

Imagination could move mountains

and witches are rife in the pitch of darkness.

Tackle them head on is my message to you

and don’t let the night get the better of you.

The crooked old lady

who was tied up in knots

and bent out of shape

only just found

that when she unwound

she could finally think straight

and no longer walked with a twisted gait.

A grandmother and her granddaughter

is quite a beautiful thing.

Especially when your grandmother knows

many wonderful things.

Like how to blow smoke rings

and hit a cricket ball for six

and drink a beer

and ride a bike without fear

and tell wonderful stories

of night time wanderers

and tuck you into bed

with a kiss on your head.

Inside the ruined walls

where no one will venture

is a hidden place that

is full of adventure.

Moonlight falls to reveal hidden secrets

and spiders and ants, and midnight creatures.

So go there to explore, but don’t look too deep

or you might have trouble falling asleep.

For you could stumble on the ghosts of the past

who sadly had lives that did not last.

It’s not that these ghosts are bad,

it’s that their stories will make you ever so sad.

So be gentle and polite and you may escape without a fright.

The little boy with bats for hair

would give everyone a mighty big scare.

His mother said the only thing to do

was to remove the bats and get a new hair-do.

But instead of being happy,

he was ever so sad

for he would be losing

the best friends he had ever had.

Together we will go there

at midnight to the moon

My cat, my dog, my rabbit

and my guinea pig called Lou.

And when we get there, we will find

an alien with hair

just like a porcupine.

Together we will go there

at midnight to the sea

and take a ferry to where

the treasure we seek will be.

And what treasure we will find,

our new friend the crab and an

octopus that shines.

The baby with the bloodshot eyes

would weep and weep and weep.

She cried so much her mother said

she could not get to sleep.

The reason why, we did not know.

Until one day some time ago

when she finally said

her favourite thing to cuddle in bed

was an onion she called Ted.

“It’s not easy being me”,

said the flea to the bee.

“I want to like dogs,

but I just can’t believe that

this is really the life for me.”

“It’s not easy being me”,

said the bee to the flea.

“I want to serve the Queen,

but I just can’t believe that

this is really the life for me.”

Two dolls

sit on

our cupboard

watching us.

A blond

girl and

her replicated

sister, but

with instead

brown hair

and a

wayward eye.

The secrets

they share

I can

not imagine.

Their biggest

one being

what it

is like

to be

a twin.