Noble Squonk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The tale of a woebegone beast who is scared of even his reflection, based on the mythical creature that lived in the hemlock forests of northern Pennsylvania. Sort of a rough draft-could use some editing.

Submitted: February 22, 2012

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Paleolithic and petrified beast
Is weeping of misery passed
A hideous, horrid, dissolvable wretch
Neither seen nor caught nor laid to rest
Simply carried away by the tides of time
 
Why not?
The reason
His tears,
The rhyme
 
Past clay and silt and sand and sod
Quartz and granite and stone
Past years and years of yonder yore
Frozen, suspended, alone
 
The squonk, fearsome critter
Of the era 'fore light
Withered and wasted
Without protest or bite
 
Nor bark nor growl
Nor chain or mace
Nor tooth nor claw
But his pitiful face
 
Thus he hid in the dark
So timid was he
Here the blemished beast bade
Other critters leave him be
 
And leave him they did,
Beasts of river and land
Until came a creature
By the cruel name of man
 
Who came with his spears
And his guns and his knife
Caught word that this monster
Surely threatened his life
 
Hence vile man went
On his great manly squonk-hunt
With his fierce hunting dogs
Clubs deathly and blunt
 
With his wicked bloodlust
The intrepid man went
Through the woods till he found
Teary track, salty scent
 
To a dreary dark cave
Where lay a pond'rous critter
Who shied from the man 
And wept long and bitter
 
It had ill-fitting skin
And legs like a stump
It had warts on its back
And a cumbersome hump
 
With nowhere to run
And no means to hide
It did what came natural,
Lay down, and cried
 
The hunter advanced
Spear steadied in hand
But before he could move
Something startled the man
 
For the animal wept 
Till he near drowned in tears
Then the man's eyes beheld
Noble squonk disappear
 
Soaked into the earth
Was his essence and mind
But alas, he was stuck
'Tween the fore and the hind
 
Yea, tis true he dissolved
Melted into pure tears
But reformed in the earth
Fossilized all these years
 
Forever after he was
Ensconced in his tomb
Eternally frozen
Inside Mother Earth's womb
 
So he wept of pure misery
Wept pools, lakes and rivers,
Wept oceans and seas
And the salt in his wheeze
Made the deep black drink fill up with brine
 
Why not?
The reason
His tears,
The rhyme.
 


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