The Picture

That painting on my grandma’s wall,
Oh, it made me leery,
Supposedly a cute young boy,
Yet I thought it eerie.

The smile wasn’t a smile,
But much more of a leer,
And I could barely look at it,
Without shaking with fear.

I never caught it in the act,
Yet somehow I did know,
That it’s blue eyes would follow me,
Wherever I would go.

I stayed over at granny’s house,
On that dark fateful night,
And I could barely catch a wink,
So filled was I with fright.

That boy’d be waiting for me,
Surely he’d want me dead,
He was camped out in the closet,
Perhaps under the bed.

Until I knew I had enough,
And I could take no more,
I forced myself out of the bed,
And opened up the door.

I took the painting off the wall,
Before thinking things through,
I bent the boy over my knee,
The picture was in two.

But that was not enough, I was
emotionally scarred,
So I just took that picture out,
With me to the backyard.

And further I destroyed the piece,
‘Til all of it was splinters,
And just then it occurred to me,
How fit it was for tinder.

To what was left I lit a match,
A lesson it would learn,
Never to bother me again,
As I would watch it burn.

And then so back to bed I went,
Done with the horrid chore,
Where such a pleasant sleep I had,
As never had before.

Awoken with a dreaded thought,
Oh, to be convincing,
When granny asked if I knew,
Why that picture was missing.

But when I came downstairs I saw,
I needn’t fret at all,
Because I saw the picture hung,
Right back there on her wall.

After writing my last post, Abigail Biggs’ Pig, comedy blogger extraordinaire, Phil Taylor, suggested that I write a horror themed poem every day until Halloween. I don’t know if I can keep up with the timeline, but I am trying to keep up with the theme. This is my second installment.


44 thoughts on “The Picture

  1. Who was the boy – what became of him? You have good material for a sequel here methinks! At the risk of the LOMM team’s wrath, ‘Great Post’ – you see that phrase has been banned by my colleagues!

    • Well, if you read the bottom of the post, I am ‘on challenge’ from Phil to write horror themes for the rest of the month. Perhaps a sequel is in order. As for the whole ‘great post’, it certainly is banned by me, if not LOMM, but for you, I will allow it.

      • Cheers – I did read to the bottom as it happens and noted that you said words to the effect that it was a challenge writing one every day until the 31st…..thought I was being a help! Dabs eyes and sits sulking in the corner contemplating ending it all………well maybe tomorrow as we are off to the pub this very evening what with son recording things and his need for quiet and all that!

  2. Creepy eyes… especially creepy eyes of a child… in a painting or picture are the worst!

    Even at 33 year of age I think they might be following… watching my every move.

    Can’t wait for the next poem!

  3. This is brilliant and thanks for the mention. I have no doubt that you’re capable with coming up with more such genius poetry in perpetuity. Is there any truth to the poem?

  4. For me, it was great grandma’s house. She’d take us to sleep in the bedroom at the end of an infinitely long hall (visited the house as an adult – it was maybe 20 feet – tops!). She’d place both of us in the bed and tuck us in. There were pictures on the wall. My brother and I were never closer than we were in that bed. We’d lay there on our backs with the blanket pulled up to our chins and swear to each other that the eyes in the pictures had just moved. We’d “cover” each other by keeping an eye on the pictures as the other one rolled over. I remember being truly terrified. It was much better when I was there alone and she let me sleep in her bed.

    • Wow! I guess a lot of people have experiences with eerie pics in the (great) grandparents house, but that is probably the most dramatic yet. I never had to sleep in a room where the picture actually hung.

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  6. I was not following you when you did this but it was eerie and so exciting. I liked weaving some true details and how people do feel about portraits on walls, along with inserting good old Granny into it, Marissa. It led me to the end. Then, I got the shivers!! ooh…

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