For some weird and indiscernible reason, I suddenly remembered that I never pimped my book for children on this blog.
The peculiar thought occurred to me when I found a dust-encrusted copy of it on one of my bookshelves yesterday. It was published in 2016 (2nd edition 2018) and I can hardly believe that five years have passed.
The thought of me writing a children's book might come as a shock, because the general consensus is that I dislike children.
In truth, I don't hate the little rugrats. I simply like them best from a distance of fifty miles. At least.
Between Dusk and Dawn is a paperback book with seventeen poems, approximately 65 glossy pages, with an array of colored pictures that I selected.
The poetry depicts the magic and mystery of the nocturnal world - with the beauty that enhances our dreams, infused with shrouds of uncertainty that inspire our fears and induce nightmares.
The moon, owls, crones, sprite, will o' the wisp, bats, werewolves, gnomes, ghosts - - things quite appropriate for the Halloween season.
Available at Amazon.
Between Dusk and Dawn
NIGHT
Night is the time
between dusk and dawn
when the world is dark
and the hours are long,
when a creamy moon rises
above the tall trees
and wise old owls
whoo-hoot in the breeze,
when the leaves on the trees
softly rustle and sway
and almost seem
to have something to say,
When the stars far above
always twinkle and glow
while the shadowy earth
drowses way down below.
Night is the time
when cats like to prowl
and moths like to flutter
and wolves start to howl,
when crickets are chirping
by the banks of a creek
and bats fly about
in the sky as they squeak.
Night is when shadows
will lurk in your room
and silence will listen
in the gathering gloom
and outside your window
the night creatures creep
while dreams come to visit
as you peacefully sleep.
SOMETHING
But suddenly something
jolts you awake.
What could it be.
for goodness sake?
Was it the wind
as it whisked past the house
or was it the scurrying
feet of a mouse?
Was it a creature
outside in the gloom,
or did the sound come
from the midst of your room?
Could it have come
from the dark closet door,
or from under your bed
with the dust on the floor?
or maybe the sound that you heard
wasn't there -
and is only a dream
that gave you a scare.
Jon Varga
copyright 2016-2018
