I cannot vacation in Siberia she said.
There are wolverines there.
I would be promptly dead.
She knew they were fierce.
With huge claws and a crushing jaw.
She had heard the nightmarish stories from her own pa.
They would rip me apart, eat me for lunch.
My fear is gigantic, they would rip me a bunch.
We pointed out that it is no mystery….
No wolverine has ever attacked a human in history.
It did not matter.
Her mind was made up.
She would not go to Siberia.
She would stay home with her pup.
Wild as a beast in action
One man of no direction
Living with immortality and screams
Voice over uncontrollable dreams
Exhibits hostility over injustices
Rebounds with amity and kindness
Invincible and unbreakable, but sober
Navigates the world over
Enlisted service man and man of his word
inhospitable
fresh snow smothers sustenance ~
wolverine greedy
Michigan’s pet, like European’s glutton, a fleshy meat eater
Ernestine and her friends sweet sixteen
Jean Irene Josephine and Pauline
Dolled up in glamorous aubergine velveteen
Dreamt of being harvest queens on Halloween
Living it up Eugene drove their limousine
Directly to the drive-in theater widescreen
And there He was larger than life The Wolverine
With his deep hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Twists and turns unforeseen in out and in between
For something not much bigger than a magic bean
Escaped the guillotine somewhere in the Philippine
Plenty of action all for a figurine of Byzantine
Hearts pitter patter larger than life The Wolverine
With the dreamiest hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Back home Ernestine tossed her poster of Steve McQueen
The pristine one torn last week from a hip teen magazine
There was a new heartthrob on the scene
Sweeter than a bowl of ice scream topped with praline
Sitting to write her love letter to The Wolverine
Seal it with a kiss colour and scent of tangerine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 for contest LOVE LETTER II sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 5TH
The solemn night's silence was
broken,
As needles pierces with a shrieking
sound bespoken.
So the growl of the wolverine breakthrough
the moonless night,
Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat,
what a sweet plight,
Lo, it was only a frozen case of a
nightmare awoken.
December 12.2012
The scales are balanced, great joys ,vast heartache, deep rooted love.
Age withered appetite ,no food, nor travel desired, memories rekindle want ,but not drive.
A weekend with Hugh Jackman can surely re whet my palate, oh wolverine on high!
Brenda Atry December , 2012
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