The Thing Beneath Grandma’s Bed

Grandma has an old fashioned bed,

with a big wooden frame and springs.

The sort of bed that has space underneath it,

the sort that can hide lots of things.

 

When we stay there, my sister Sally and me,

we use it to play hide and seek.

It’s a great place to hide in the daytime,

but at night it makes noises and creaks.

 

In the daylight you can see that there’s no one there,

you can see right from one side through to the other.

But in the dark of the night, when the house is quiet,

the monster fear creeps in like no other.

 

We’ve tried lots of ways to make it seem better,

leaving lights on and using torches under the sheets.

But whatever we try, the monsters come back,

and we’re left with hearts skipping beats.

 

We love staying at Grandma’s, but it’s taking its toll,

because these two sisters can only take so much.

So, if you know how to stop monsters under the bed,

Please, please, can you now get in touch.

 

November 2024

 

I wrote this as a response to a callout for scary poems for children. The anthology had to be cancelled as the publisher pulled out, but I ended up getting it published because I then started the ‘scaryness.com’ website project with a few others to carry on the work. It describes how my sister Sally and I used to stay at grandma’s when we were young and living near Halifax. I was always scared of that big bed and the gap underneath it!

 

PUBLISHED on Ticket to Scariness at The Poetry Express.