I've always loved the poetry of Robert Service. In my third year poetry course at university, I got teased when I said he was my favourite poet. Mind you, my tastes have expanded and I count Frost, Dickinson, Rumi, Cohen and many more as faves - but I'll always have a special place in my heart for the verse of Service.
I've written a few pieces in his style; one that I've long-since lost and haven't had the courage to write again, and another that I present to you today - the Ballad of the Wendigo.
The Wendigo is a native-American spirit, a cannibal, a wind spirit, a tormentor of souls lost in the Northern woods. This is the story of an ill-conceived hunt for revenge, and the sorry shame that one man will forever carry with him; two friends dead and nothing gained but a sad truth that he shares with those sitting around him in the bar, having returned from an unnecessary if successful hunt. Hope you enjoy.
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