NaPoWriMo--DAY TWENTY SIX

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.

The Wendigo

Whiteout

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?