Garden Shed Number Two

Dark and dingy, doors closed, soon to be thrown open
Cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, spiders scuttling
Running for a dark place, away from the light
Venture a little bit inside, that’s if you’re game
Brush away the cobwebs, avoid the cockroaches running around
Pull aside the dust covers; be curious for what’s underneath
Treasures in the corner, things stored long ago
Not a garden shed, so much more than that
Storage for memories, snug in their cocoons
Toys, from kids long grown up, a doll with a vacant face
A spinning top, a toy from an era gone, drunkenly lopsided
Garden tools, for a garden long overgrown with weeds
A squeak, as a mouse runs over your feet, don’t be afraid
It’s headed for it’s hiding place, way out of your reach
As you venture further inside, the door slowly closes behind
Now you’re in darkness and your heart beats fast, gasping air
You can’t see your hand in front of your face, total blackness
Something brushes your hand and you stifle a scream
Goosebumps appear on your skin, and you shiver in the dark
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, afraid almost to blink
A shadow appears in front of you and out comes a bloodcurdling shriek
Light, bright and glaring, the laugh of so called friends
As you’re led shaking and stuttering out of the garden shed
Sent on a treasure hunt, the map still clasped in your hand
Whose idea was this, a birthday treat they’d said
A treasure hunt, exploring haunted old sheds, an adventure
But the laughs on them, as they head away from the dark
As a haunting voice follows them down the track, cackling in its glee
You’ll be back, just wait, you’ll be back……………………….



Kaz