NaPoWriMo PROMPT: For this prompt, you will need to fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem.
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| The Wendigo |
Snowing. No, a blizzard
Five days of blizzard.
Earl has been gone for three.
Went off through the evergreens
Leaving me in this reeking cabin
With a barrel of pinto beans,
A hind quarter of frozen moose,
A bag of dog food,
And two sled dogs.
My dreams of
Being eaten alive by wolves
Have returned.
Seeing those huge tracks
By the junk cars in town
Didn’t help.
I’m supposed to be
Guarding our stash of beaver pelts.
What a joke.
The newspaper left by
Crazy Harlan
Was full of conspiracies
About poison snow.
And an escaped llama
That shut down the Juneau Airport.
After he took off for Fairbanks
I saw he’d written “I wish I was Banksy”
On our barn wall.
Maybe he will send me a letter.
"The weather is fine in Cancun."
I’ll send him a postcard of a moose.
So I sit here dressed in layers
Of wool sweaters and fleece
Listening to the howling wind
Or howling wolves
I can’t tell.
It’s grim.
I cheer myself up by remembering
Playing in the river
When I was a kid.
Then I think about
The Kraken.
And then The Wendigo,
The cannibal monster
That lives in the north woods.
And what if this whole world
Is really just a snow globe.
And the sky is a glass dome
And someone is getting ready
To drop and break it?
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