Today’s prompt was extremely fun to write. We were tasked with writing a poem by picking out a short line from a favorite book, write a poem that uses said line as a title, and when finished change the title. My book was “Mr.B. Gone” by Clive Barker, and the moment I opened it I found the sentence “It’s not human.” And thus this piece was written while watching my cat before work, though I could not type it until getting off work… 13hours later. It’s been a day.
I hope you all enjoy!
‘Poltergeist’
What do you think you are,
Not human, you little inhuman human,
Knocking things all day onto the floor,
Pushing open cabinets, closing my doors,
Crying at night, terrorizing me in my sleep –
I hear you lurking under my bed, I saw you creep
I saw you climb, creak, screech, and scramble
Down the hallway twice within the last week.
There you go again, peering between the cracks
In every door, all these little bad habits of yours-
Watching everyday as leave, I see you behind the blinds.
Chattering on and on, smacking the broom over,
You’re a tiny ghost, look how you’ve begun
Leaving little bites all down my arms and legs-
They weren’t there when I went to sleep!
(Anyway, you’re too loud to have such little teeth)
You’re not human, you little inhuman being-,
I have seen how you try to reach as far up the walls
Fighting other too quick, too little to see tiny things!
And there! You go again, down the hall like a strong wind.
Yet, when you wake me too early and exhausted,
Another day, full of dull aches and insignificant pains,
Too bright your eyes for all those things, but soft
Is your pawing, soft your reminder that we must live to play.
Little Thoughts and Actions 