The Wednesday prompt today was to take the title of a book and change it and then write a poem about it. This is my tribute to dear Maurice Sendak. We will miss you, sir.
Where the Wild Things Were
They inhabited the bedrooms and halls
of my house,
and my children’s fears
of monsters were gone
because of Max
and the roaring of the terrible roars
that weren’t so terrible
and the gnashing of the terrible teeth
when it was part of the story.
And so they would play being Max
and take turns being the wild things
come to me
for cookies and milk.
Let the wild rumpus start.