The brother and sister hate their room
For in it they have a loft
Where dark things lurk in the gloom
And noises made up there so soft
Things that scuttle in the night
Up in that little square door
They huddle together from its sight
For their fear is raw
Something moves as they drift off
Waking them now, eyes and ears alert
A sound like someone out of puff
An old man or thing sounding hurt?
So scared are they of the monsters in the loft
That they jump out of bed
And to their parents they run off
Telling tales of dread
Eventually they are calmed down
It’s just mice they say, to sleep they finally go
But the noises in the loft still sound
Flowing to their parents down below
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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