Fire is the safe place
where monsters fear to tread,
Frankenstein's sad creature
and the living dead.
Zombies and the Morlocks
all tremble at the flame,
killer ghosts and bogeymen
and those I cannot name.
Blood-chillers warm in comfort
before the yellow blaze,
the gruesomer the better
to keep the eyes aglaze.
Such tales around the campfire
we safely to are drawn,
and pray that they are over
before the flame is gone.
* * * *
placed in Poets United Think Tank #33: Fire
Morlocks, now there's a blast from the past. lol I remember reading that book when I was around eleven years old. Wow, How Time flies.
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem Philip. Great take on the prompt.
ohhh, such a nice thought - the campfire :). indeed, one of the loveliest moments shared as children...
ReplyDeleteI like the "safety near the fire" perspective here. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletePhilip, wonderful poem....I can picture those campfire flames. Your poem brings back memories.
ReplyDeleteI especially love the last stanza......well done!
ReplyDeletePhilip,
ReplyDeleteA wonderful warm feeling of a story shared.
Fiery warmth....while feeling safe before the ashes fall.....
Eileen
I love the reflection of monsters we grew up with~
ReplyDeleteCampfire memories..Well Done~