PAD Day 14: A Scary Story!

 Today's prompts from Write Better Poetry and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a "scary" poem, and (2) "write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life." I went in a decidedly fictional direction on this one - I couldn't get a truly autobiographical opening to fit with the "scary" theme. And I don't know if this is really a "poem," but it was fun to write. If there is anything autobiographical in the piece, it might be the father's reaction, which would be not unlike my own father if someone had told him when I was born I would become...well, read on.

American Horror Story: The Marked Child
 
[Scene: A dark and stormy April night, early 1950s.
Thunder crashes loudly as lightning flashes
through the bedroom window.
A young woman yells in pain
while the midwife crouches below her hips.]
 
Midwife: One more push!
 
[The woman lets out one final scream
and a wrinkled, red baby issues from her loins,
crying heartily.]
 
Midwife:  It's a boy!
 
[In the shadows, a mysterious old woman
has been watching this whole event.
Her relation to the family at this point in the story
is unclear, but her stringy hair and haggard face
are not unlike a witch, and her severe demeanor 

            recalls Cloris Leachman in Young Frankenstein.]
 
Old Woman [murmuring ominously]:
I see troubling times for this boy.
 
Father: Why? Is he sickly? Is he deformed?
 
Old Woman: No. But he bears a mark
that bodes a disturbing future as he grows.
 
Mother: What? Will he become a criminal?
A womanizer? An addict? A werewolf?
 
Old Woman: No. He will become...a POET!
 
[Lightning flashes, thunder crashes.]
 
Father: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!