Bear Scare

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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.

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Bear Scare

 

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)

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poetryfridayThis 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.

19 thoughts on “Bear Scare

  1. I really enjoyed this, Violet. I think kids often have these kinds of fantasies. Until recently, my grandchildren always needed someone to go with them if sent to the far reaches of the house. Too scary alone!

    Thanks!

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  2. Wonderful scare poem, Violet and I’m glad twas not true! I’m sitting here reading posts and a mouse just appeared! Our recent freeze and I should have known. I’ve set the one trap I have, now off to the store tomorrow! I previously would have loved your mouse on the stair, but not tonight.

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  3. I don’t remember being frightened of any part of my childhood home, but now, as a full-fledged brave grownup, I’m reluctant to go to close to the sump pump or the dark nook under our basement stairs!

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    • Thanks, Jane! Yes, I can see checking behind shower curtains, and under beds, and in closets. Best not to get started. I’m good now but leave me alone in a house and my imagination quickly goes into overdrive.

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  4. This reminded me of the basement monster in the movie “Home Alone” — apparently you are not the only one to have such a childhood experience!

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