“About that Werewolf in the Valley…” by Elizabeth Beck

A pantoum

 

Fallout shelters at the edge of town

Now make-out Meccas for virgins and the newly not

They built the arcades there in the 80s

Still the screens paint the night like fluorescent sirens

Now make-out Meccas for the virgins and newly not

The werewolf took his first victim on that ridge

Still the screens paint the night like fluorescent sirens and

some say it was hot-blooded teen lust, unbridled

The werewolf took his first victim up on that ridge

But it wasn’t his last, he savaged about…

half the senior class

Some say it was hot-blooded teen rage, unbridled

Fitting neatly into their morality play

Prom night, now a decade past, he tore through about half the senior class

At the fallout shelters – the edge of town

Fitting neatly into someone’s morality play

about the dangers of games

They found my father’s jacket – shredded.  And stained.

 

Elizabeth Beck is an Island writer who likes to share scratched-out and blacked-over words. A deep love for the South Sound Region is only exceeded by her passion to expose the immense talent found there. Her poetry and short stories have been featured at WRIST Magazine, Underneath the Juniper Tree, The Laureate Listening Project, The Washington State and Gig Harbor History Museums, TAM, The Washington State Department of Commerce, and glimpsed floating down storm drains. She is currently working on a project highlighting little free libraries at freeding.blog.