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 A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.  |
| Prompt: On this day in 1962 Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett. I've included the song to inspire your monster entry today. Write either a story or a poem about monsters, any kind you want after seeing Pickett's facial expressions you should have lots of inspiration. ----------------- My Monsters Suddenly, when hours creep I'm too scared and cannot weep for his face twists in ways unknown and his voice takes on a husky tone I look in the mirror to see, no, it isn't him with smiles cracked, carved with grim but also me who grins from ear to ear with lips curled, to hide my fear Also, is a face with chin pulled tight the nose a swirl of crooked fright he puffs his cheeks, eyebrows too thin some face he has, stretched like sin My monsters growl, sigh, and snare I try to look away, in despair yet, they are not evil, but odd and free my monsters are a part of me When I look away, they disappear but within my shadow, they're so near like grief, lost hopes, bent and skewed they keep after me, to me they are glued. |
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