A rougarou poem

Did you know my Dad, Jim Snoek, is a poet? Actually, he’s a storyteller, too — it runs in the blood — but the last several years he’s been writing poems and songs as they come to him, and (in what might be the best compliment to my novel yet) the other night he was up late thinking about my book and decided he couldn’t sleep til he’d written this down.

And now I have his permission to share it with you:

Down on the bayou
Johnson Bayou

Sneaking in the night
By the murky moonlight

To a lustful meet
In the humid heat

Through the foggy haze
You’re seeing things

Red glaring eyes
Blood dripping fangs

Is that a wolf?
On its hind legs?

The panting you hear
Is that your fear?

Your rendezvous?
Is it with a Rougarou?

A rougarou? A rougarou? A rougarou?

Down on the bayou
Johnson Bayou

If you haven’t read Hagridden yet, you might not get all the references. But if you have read the novel, HOW FUN IS THIS!?

I am getting the biggest kick out of how much my dad has enjoyed my novel, and I love this poem/song. (I’m calling it a song, with the lyrics set to a zydeco rhythm, or maybe a cowpunk tune like Holy Moly’s “Werewolf Hardcore”):

Thanks for the words, Dad! =D

Published by Samuel Snoek-Brown

I write fiction and teach college writing and literature. I'm the author of the story collection There Is No Other Way to Worship Them, the novel Hagridden, and the flash fiction chapbooks Box Cutters and Where There Is Ruin.

2 thoughts on “A rougarou poem

  1. Get permission to use music and Dad’s poem could so become a song. Think you should at least incorporate his poem into your presentations, it would work!

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