fairy tale poetry with Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
"Goldilocks Dyes Her Hair"
.
All that gold meant
they watched
every last move I made
from porridge
to chair
to bed.
I'm changing my hair
to red,
blending with the autumn
flare of crimson,
where I can try every
pirouette of the wind,
every word—said and
unsaid ... underfoot ...
and overhead.
Reversed Roles
What if the roles were reversed?
Was Big Bad Wolf cursed?
Little Red Riding Hood the villain
On a mission to do some killin’.
Wolf on the run for his life
Not knowing why he deserved this strife.
Red’s gun primed to take him down
She’s counting on Wolf being found.
She’s closing in to make the kill
But wait…Wolf is frozen with fear, still
He asks,”What have I done,
To cause me to be on the run?”
Red replies with confidence, no doubt
“I’m not sure what this is about!
I just thought a wolf is to be hunted.”
Wolf replies, undaunted and confronted,
“If we do not know from whence this came
Perhaps it is time to stop this game.”
Both pondered this revelation anew,
Decided to try a different view.
They shook hands, made a pact
Vowed to keep their friendship intact.
So for now the story goes
As one can suppose
That Wolf is the villain
On a mission to do some killin’
But how can we really know
If this is the way the story should go!
By Sharmen Oswald
"Goldilocks Dyes Her Hair"
.
All that gold meant
they watched
every last move I made
.
from porridge
to chair
to bed.
.
I'm changing my hair
to red,
.
blending with the autumn
flare of crimson,
.
where I can try every
pirouette of the wind,
every word—said and
unsaid ... underfoot ...
and overhead.
Reversed Roles
What if the roles were reversed?
Was Big Bad Wolf cursed?
Little Red Riding Hood the villain
On a mission to do some killin’.
Wolf on the run for his life
Not knowing why he deserved this strife.
Red’s gun primed to take him down
She’s counting on Wolf being found.
She’s closing in to make the kill
But wait…Wolf is frozen with fear, still
He asks,”What have I done,
To cause me to be on the run?”
Red replies with confidence, no doubt
“I’m not sure what this is about!
I just thought a wolf is to be hunted.”
Wolf replies, undaunted and confronted,
“If we do not know from whence this came
Perhaps it is time to stop this game.”
Both pondered this revelation anew,
Decided to try a different view.
They shook hands, made a pact
Vowed to keep their friendship intact.
So for now the story goes
As one can suppose
That Wolf is the villain
On a mission to do some killin’
But how can we really know
If this is the way the story should go!
By Sharmen Oswald