“Poetry Monster” by Heidi Bellile

Creeping from underneath the bed

Out of the depths unknown

To places where no one’s been

…and no one ever goes.

It spews and spits verbiage

And repressed barbarisms, defining

Feelings and urges that have been

Shrouded in the unconscious.

Its right paw is catlike,

Holds pink roses and signs purrs.

The left claw is that of the dragon.

It bleeds hearts and weaves nerves.

Bestowing a loosening of connections

Though metaphors and similes.

Poems that rarely rhyme

Often plague the mind.

Though if you listen to them,

Applaud, and throw a smile,

The Monster may come out

…and entertain you a while.