Elizabeth Barrette (ysabetwordsmith) wrote,
Elizabeth Barrette
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Poem: "Backwater Tales"

This poem came out of the May 3, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was prompted and sponsored by laffingkat.  Yes, Cajun folklore includes a great many odd critters, and much of it has never been recorded.  Some people have made inroads, though.  Finding a third example for this poem took some digging.


Backwater Tales


The Cajuns know how to survive
in a world full of swamps and monsters and
men who don't mind hurting folks to get what they want.

"Be good,"
they tell their children,
"or the loup garou  will get you."
So it is that a man becomes a wolf
when he forgets his manners and runs wild.

"Be careful,"
they tell their teenagers,
"when you wander the swamps at night,
or the feu follet  will come lead you astray."
For you must always know where you are going
and how to resist dangerous temptations that pass your way.

"Be faithful,"
they tell each other,
"or the létiche  that swims in the bayou
will upset your boat and dump you into the water."
The souls of unbaptized infants weigh on the parents' memories
whispering about the chances they should have had but never got.

They don't write down
these quaint little cautions.
These are only for storytelling;
the were never meant for book-learning.

Let the damnyankees learn things the hard way.

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I'm just thrilled with this poem! I didn't grow up in the swamp like Papa did, but I've heard some of the family stories, and I feel like this really captures some of the aspects of Cajun culture.

Oh, and the loup garou certainly speak French, or at least Cajun. Generally with a drunken slur, so I hear. ;)
>>I'm just thrilled with this poem! I didn't grow up in the swamp like Papa did, but I've heard some of the family stories, and I feel like this really captures some of the aspects of Cajun culture.<<

Thank you! My family's thread of southern culture comes from Tennessee, but I have a particular fondness for Cajun anyhow. This is one of several poems I've written with bits of Cajun or creole vocabulary. Another favorite is "The Language of Louisiana," from my series The 50 Poetic States of America. That one is all about how English and French and other languages rubbed together to create the local flavor. Very saucy.

>> Oh, and the loup garou certainly speak French, or at least Cajun. Generally with a drunken slur, so I hear. ;) <<

I am now also audiovisualizing a heavily inebriated loup garou trying to order yet another drink. Must remember this in case I decide to write a Mardi Gras poem.
>>I am now also audiovisualizing a heavily inebriated loup garou trying to order yet another drink. Must remember this in case I decide to write a Mardi Gras poem.<<

Now I want, want want to read a poem like that, consider it pre-sponsored if you write it. :)