A poetry prompt opened a can of worms. 48 years later; it was time to let them slither out |
Prompt for: February 1, 2013Subject or Theme: Lifeblood (assets or defects of family - pick ONE member to write about) Word(s) to Include: volume(s) Forbidden Word(s): (none) Additional Parameters: Tell me about the relationship between you and your chosen family member. This is a personal experience poem. Minimum 20 lines Uncle Hump Always the belle of the ball in his garish yellow jacket hiding venomous stings. Thinning hair swiped slick across a head more bald than not; used car salesman smile plastered across a face that hid more than faulty brakes. The soul of innocence, adept at playing caricatures, designed to mask, to fool, those without sight to see fear in ten year old eyes. Soft, pudgy hands, sausage fingers adorned with sharp-edged gold rings winking diamonds, wandering fingers tipped with talon-ed pinchers— a scorpion always hiding behind facades. He smelled of onions and three-day-old fish that not even volumes of Aqua Velva could disguise. One Christmas he gave me a red lace bra and panties— I was ten and uninterested; I was told to say words of thanks. I lied. I heard kids at school talking about humping. I wondered if they knew my uncle, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. He followed me into the barn, wanted to see my horse. Of course he did. I was armed this time with my riding crop, flailing. Red stripe welt across his face. He left without saying goodbye to anyone. Icy roads, a sharp curve; they said he never had a chance. No seat-belts in 1964. Shattered glass hid questions I would never need to answer. People thought me an unnatural child when I was smiling at his funeral. 52 lines |