In the vintage Saskatchewan farmhouse where I grew up, a door that looked like every other in the house opened to a stairway to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs was another door to a dark and vacant cell that was once a coal chute. From somewhere I got the idea that that coal chute was inhabited. I scared myself many a time with that thought.
At the bottom of the stair
in his secret coal chute lair
lives a black and hungry bear.
Fetching eggs or frozen pie
on an errand, do or die
up steep wooden steps I fly.
Feel bear’s breath hot on my back
any moment he’ll attack
when he does, I’ll turn and whack!
At the top the knob I wham
open door and close it. SLAM.
Once again escape bear jam!
© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Brenda Harsham at her blog for all things whimsical—Friendly Fairy Tales.
This poem is also joining other poems about frightful things on the October DMC padlet at Michelle Heidenrich Barnes’ blog Today’s Little Ditty. The topic of the challenge this month, posed by Carrie Clickard, is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child. Read Michelle’s interview of Carrie and the original challenge post HERE.