Not Such a Bargain by Susie Field
A
cold east wind, whistles and blows.
It’s
a wild and stormy night.
I’m
just about to fall asleep,
when
on comes the security light.
I’m
not sure it was such a bargain -
even
though it was less than half price.
It
seems to shine at any old time,
not
so good for a brand-new device.
I
climb out of bed. It’s freezing cold,
and
I peer through my windowpane.
My
eyes adjust to the darkness outside,
‘cos
the light’s gone off again.
A
lonesome fox swaggers by,
eyes
bright as it stares ahead.
The
security light should be on –
but
it isn’t, so I’ll go back to bed.
I
twist and turn beneath the duvet,
trapped
in an endless dream.
Then
the light shines brightly yet again,
and
I’m caught in its eerie beam.
I
don’t look out, though I sense someone close,
voices
are calling my name.
Shadows
are spreading across my room.
Fingers
scraping my windowpane.
I’m
shocked and scared as I try to hide,
my
bedroom’s in darkness once more,
Why
doesn’t the light begin to shine?
‘Cos
there’s knocking on my door.
I
can hear heavy footsteps on the stairs.
It’s
really too much to bear.
My
bedroom door swings open wide,
but
there isn’t anyone there.
I’m
now on the landing looking out.
I
sense movement far below.
A
shadow crosses my garden path –
and
the light begins to glow.
It’s
not as bright as it ought to be,
but
at least it seems to be working.
Then
all of a sudden, off it goes,
yet
there’s definitely something lurking.
I
creep downstairs and open the door,
shouting,
“Is anyone there?”
As
if they are going to answer me,
and
now I no longer care.
I’m
just about to go back inside,
when
I hear a sudden sound.
Then
I’m grabbed quite roughly from behind,
and
fall on the hard cold ground.
I
shout and scream. I must escape,
and
I put up a desperate fight.
But
this is no ordinary human form,
it’s
a creature of the night.
I’m
now flying high, there’s no escape,
as
I’m held in his tight embrace.
Joining
the other poor lost souls,
all
dreading the danger we face.
Is
this where it all comes to an end?
Trapped
in the twilight zone.
I
dread the future that lies ahead,
as
I’m forced into the unknown.
I
shouldn’t have bought the security light,
‘cos
now I’m paying the price.
I’d
have probably had an undisturbed sleep,
if
I’d not bought that stupid device.
Loved this, Susie. Security lights round us are always going on and off. Now I know not to respond to them - ever! xx Vivien
ReplyDeleteThis features some excellent use of light, shadow and uncanny hands. You know exactly how to draw out horror from these themes and to a rhyme scheme no less! Thank you, Susie.
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