Tuesday, December 14, 2010

This Way to Grandma's

You think you are
standing on the path

just talking

but your words give you away
they sell your loved ones,

and murder your future.

If I was not a wolf
your inevitable betrayal would make me cry

but I am what I am

so I lick my lips
and lean in

with  an affectation of slothfulness

swaggering in my certainty
that while you  see me

you cannot see through
to the wolf inside

How could you?

So be a lamb
And talk your way to the table.

A..J. Ponder - author page

Some poems can be moments of inspiration and some can take a little more -- encouragement.  This is one of those poems.  But while it hasn't been particularly obliging in itself, it has spawned at least two other poems so far, including: "fairy tale conventions."

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(Also for anyone who likes a slightly twisted Little Red Riding Hood - Roald Dahl's version is here , I rediscovered it after I posted this.) or for more fairytale poetry click here to my Fairytale Poetry Hub

1 comment:

  1. I like this, Alicia--LRRH from the wolf's point of view and showing a few teeth, what's more. Worth the work you put in.:)