A Country Girl's Writing

Cut out of edges rough A little hope, the gem was caught.  Just enough to light a spark To ignite a flame in the dark. By Evelyn Creon   

Don't be afraid  Of the dark of night.  It's only dark because Of the absence of light.  By Evelyn Creon

To all the people who understand what it's like when you lose your blanket at night.  Tossing and turning, Around I wrapped A big thick blanket Behind my back. It got so hot, I wiggled and thrashed Kicking the blanket Off my bed. As I slept hours past, Then midnight's roar Scared me half to death, And my body felt frore. I bolted straight up And fumbled around In search of my blanket Blue and round. Yet I felt nothing.  Reaching out my hand It gripped only air, I was getting mad. I got out of bed I stumbled and fell Crashing to the floor How fatal it felt. that's when I felt it So soft and torn It felt so nice though it was old and worn. To tired to move Broken and sore  I fell asleep On the floor. by By Evelyn Creon

Here is a fun little adventure I had last night.  I opened the door. Dusk had just started to fade away into a grayish black. I had left my backpack in the car and needed something in it. I took five steps outside. Just enough to be off the stairs and on the path to the car. The car was only 15 feet away and I knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, but I still had that cautious air about me. I was just about to take another step when some branches broke in the woods. In a blink of an eye I was back in the house peaking my head around the door. Just in case I see the thing that might be lurking in the dark just outside of my sight. A few more sticks broke, than a few more. I waited a few more minutes using the door as a shield. I debated in my head whether or not I should venture out into the almost dark outside. I decided the best place for me was in the house until morning comes. I closed the door locked it, praying that I had just imagined things.

She Sat there, tied to a chair; Damaged and confused.  To calm the dark fear of death, She there intuned. "Away with me forever, never too be seen. A whisper and a shadow forever I will be.  No one to say, "I love you." Or,"Are you okay?" No one to say, "hold on now, we'll make it through the day." Only a dark shadow, that crawls across the room. Only a whisper that says, "It will all be over soon." Only dark cold depths; that never pass me by.  Only terrible ice winds; that beat against the sky.  Only me tide up; tight, to die and endless death.  So, this song I will sing until my last dying breath." The song she sang it 'bout thrice; On the fourth she tried,  But her heart ceased to beat.  Then she there did die.  They found her in the morning  Underneath the sky.  Iced over by all the cold, All to horrify.  Nobody knew who she was. Or why she was there.  They only ...

In the deadest parts of night,  When all should be a sleep, Fear; it wanders left and right; As a faun from the deep.  He's filled with evil magic; Which call to all that sleep:  "The children in the attic  No longer do they creep." The children who never sleep, Toss and turn as they plea While he pulls them in, knee deep,  To the dark depths beneath.  A nightmare to all who hear The call of his own life:  "Sleepless children disappear, Live forever in strife."  By Evelyn Creon This poem was inspired by a dream I had. 

Night is falling fast, So all lights should be out. Sleep is near and so are sheep; So off in slumber you will Keep,  Until the sun does rise. By Evelyn Creon