THE DEMON SNAG
Halfway up the canyon,
the blackened snag on the hill
looms like a demon,
conjuring and cackling
evil dreams of the wild--
cougar teeth and bear claws and being eaten alive--
until fear cripples my heart.
I sharpen Dad's ax--
but a demon felled would be a demon still.
I call for a wizard,
but they are too busy fighting dragons.
If I were Joan of Arc,
I could defeat the Demon Snag myself
with a shining sword.
But I am only Eva of the Farm,
armed with a shining imagination
that makes me run home fast.
--Eva of the Farm
(This poem can be found on page 20 of the novel)
"Armed with a shining imagination." Love it!
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ReplyDeleteThe words in this poem really capture the characters feelings of the Demon Snag. Love this line, "A demon felled would be a demon still."
Cathy
I like how her imagination makes it so much more scary than it really is. I just visited the house where I grew up and was thinking of all the things we used to imagine and pretend and how it seems so different as an adult compared to when I was little. Everything seems so much more larger-than-life as a kiddo!
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