An Imaginary Menagerie, A Feast Of Fantastical Beasts. Please join Annest Gwilym, Neal Zetter, Brian Moses and myself. Submit your own poetry and/or artwork to me. I will be adding stuff throughout the day. Let’s Celebrate The Imagination!!!

moon hedgehog by AnnestBlackheart by AnnestLurks by AnnestNightmare Bird by Annest

-All by Annest Gwilym from her collection “What The Owl Taught Me”.

There’s No Such Thing as a Wazzock

There’s no such thing as a Wazzock Mum said
As she turned the light off and tucked me in bed
Those shadows that shake must be all in my head
There’s no such thing as a Wazzock

There’s no such thing as a Wazzock you see
The creature that loves to eat children for tea
Though in the dark four eyes are following me
There’s no such thing as a Wazzock

There’s no such thing as a Wazzock it’s true
That’s why you’ll not find them in cages in zoos
It’s rumoured they’re furry and indigo blue
There’s no such thing as a Wazzock

There’s no such thing as a Wazzock I know
As tall as a tree from its hat to its toe
With horns of a rhino and claws of a crow
There’s no such thing as a Wazzock

There’s no such thing as a Wazzock it seems
So I can sleep safely and have pleasant dreams
Why would I be woken by squawking and screams?
When there’s no such thing as a Wazzock

-Neal Zetter (from his collection “Porcupine“)

The Beast

Waiting,
watchful
in it’s lair
teeth glinting
in the darkness,
the rhythm of its breathing
broken by the raucous
laughter of children outside.

We need only to glance at it

but when we try to scrub
its image
from memory,
only then do we learn
what it is to escape.

-Roshni Beeharry (she says “inspired in part by an image of the minotaur but in my head it represents a more modern day “monster”, predatorial adults when I look at what I actually wrote and edited since…so perhaps…not fantastical beast but inspired by one and imaginary..)

The Loogaroo

By stealth of night,
she knocks on doors
in her guise of old woman
in search of blood

She stops to count the grains
of rice
left outside by the wary,
those warned of her tricks
by anxious grandmothers.

Her skin is spangled
from the Devil Tree;
an empty husk
gourd-like
she steals blood
for the Devil,
in exchange for
magical powers.

Sunrise chases her away,
but deals with the Devil
still need to be paid.

-Roshni Beeharry (She says of it: “inspired by a the Carribean folklore story of the soucouyant , “a shape shifting” vampire like creature who masquerades as an old woman by day…stories like these travelled to French colonies like Mauritius, where my parents are from, so I recall my Mum telling us about the Loogaroo, the other name for this creature I discovered when I looked into it recently!) 

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