The Hood

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Wordy Thursday with
WildWoman:  “Un-Fairy Tales”
In 2011, Kerry created a prompt titled Un-Fairy Tales. I love the whole idea of rewriting those old tales and thought you might enjoy it, too. I asked her if it was okay to repeat it. She said yes. Yippee!

So, my toadally awesome friends, choose any fairy tale you wish and re-write it. Give it a better or worse ending, switch it up, make it current, or write a new one of your own. The prompt’s wide open. Have fun!

She was a rebellious, hellion
of a girl. They called her Riding Hood.
Dressed in black-hooded jacket, she rode.
Everywhere.  Even to Grandma’s
when coerced.  Hood’s mother gave her
baskets of food to take.

Grandma had false teeth floating
in a glass–never put them in. She
smelled like gin, and sweaty socks.
One day Riding Hood set out for Grandma’s
toting a basket. When Grandma opened
the door, she looked poorly, seemed
worn. Even her chin hairs had grown
thorns.  A feral scent wafted in air. You 
seem out of sorts today, Grandma, said Hood,
placing basket on sideboard. Oh no,
dear, grandma protested, I simply
have an intestinal bug . Come here,
give me a hug. Hood leaned in.

Grandma lunged, displaying a vicious
set of non-false teeth. Hood screamed;
she tried to run. I haven’t been myself in years,
Grandma said. Fear of folks uncovering
the truth. Your wretchedness has coaxed
my wolfness out. Grabbing Hood,
she gobbled her up like a trussed up
turkey. Alas, she would have to buy
new wolf-wear, and vanish once again.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to The Hood

  1. Sherry says:

    Well, this is a cool retelling of the old tale. I especially like the chin hairs and feral scent. LOL. Good one, Sara!

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  2. Ooh, that is wretched cool — I enjoyed the dialogue interspersed within, and the sights and scents in this verse. Very well-penned. 🙂
    -HA

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  3. Ron. says:

    Let your True Self shine, Grammy!

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  4. whimsygizmo says:

    Oooooo. Love the darkness in this. Love love love your internal rhyme!

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  5. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh my god that was such a chilling and unexpected close! Love it ❤️

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