May Monster Madness Day 4-Monstrous Poetry

Below the thunders of the upper deep;

Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,

His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep

The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee

About his shadowy sides: above him swell

Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;

And far away into the sickly light,

From many a wondrous grot and secret cell

Unnumber’d and enormous polypi

Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.

There hath he lain for ages and will lie

Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,

Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;

Then once by man and angels to be seen,

In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Kraken

I must say I’m not a HUGE fan of Tennyson’s poetry but I really love this poem (and a few others). This is of course about the mighty Kraken. I’m not sure if my dislike of his poetry in general is because of my bias against his poem Ulysses or not. When we studied some of his poetry at Varsity like The Kraken, and Mariana they were quite touching to me…I think it is that last poetic and quite touching sadness of the end that gets me.

Nightshade age 15 writes:


Unliving is the beast that

feeds on through the



It pulses, bleeding from battles never


Yet in the end

the beast has won.


Drooling blood,


burning holes into flesh;

into men, its teeth

do mesh


Claws ripping,

jaws dripping.

This beast,

this monster

is me;

my sanity that

is slipping

-Poem copyright of Nightshade 2004 author of

Nightshade aged 23-

The monsters they creep around at night,

setting our fears and troubles to light.

They bump around and go WoooOoo.

And when we close the cupboards, go Boo!


They dance around making scary sounds;

Their shadows of ghouls and monster hounds.

They grab us with their bloody claws,

and make scratching noises on our doors


They sneak up behind us making skin crawl,

and write redrum all over the walls.

They come out of mirrors when we call Bloody Mary,

and when they bear their teeth, they’re even more scary


They like to breathe loudly with a rasping breath,

and curl their razor fingers around our juicy necks.

So with a shudder and a scream I run and hide under the sheet

As monsters cannot hurt me, unless I take a peak.


Poem  Copyright of Nightshade 2012 author of

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3. Pensive Pumpkin 17. It Came From The Man Cave 31. Monsterfink’s Midnight Monster Spookshow
4. Queens of the Wild Frontier 18. It’s On Random 32. Residentgamer
5. Lady Bethezda 19. Not This Time, Nayland Smith 33. nitebyrd
6. Le Professeur Gothique 20. Artwork By Living Dead Girl Nicole 34. Everything You Want
7. wicKED 21. Metamorphosis 35. Kweeny Todd
8. Shingle Creek Manor 22. Crafts and Creations with KMOM14 36. Ghost Stories and Haunted Places
9. Daph’s Dark Little Corner 23. skarlett 37. Jess @ Wickedly Bookish
10. Jenny Krueger 24. Dani Harper, Paranormal Author 38. GingerRead
11. Holly’s Horrorland 25. Manvshorror 39. Lynoire
12. blackwood 26. Horror Shock Lolipop 40. HorrorSmorgasbord
13. Punk You 27. Bob @ Beauty in Ruins 41. The Purple Broom
14. Kharisma Rhayne 28. Precious Monsters 42. Rabbit Library

For more on the Kraken (the mythological creature or the poem):


Victorian Web 

Poetry Suite 101


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