Storying Sheffield

Little Nightmares

By ET. This poem is part of the ‘Of Other Spaces¬†series.¬†

Shh, tiptoe up the winding staircase
and slowly shrug into your raincoat
that no longer shelters you from the urban bite,

A host of creatures seek eternal rest,
slumbering on that ancient brick –
all distorted limbs and pandemonium

Do not wake the monsters,
that haunt your every move,
Allow the rain to hide your trace.

Inside human life radiates –
the warmth and familiar you seek,
Outside the rain discards and disfigures,

Sheltered – the graveyard of fear,
As you leave, into the darkness,
It comes alive