It’s time for my
poetry corner, where I dig out the dark shards of inspiration…
These two poems were
originally slated to appear in Fairy Tale Fusion, but alas didn't make the
final cut. But you do get to enjoy them
as part of Coffin Hop.
Little Red Riding
Hood... Don’t Go into the Woods
Once upon that haunted
time,
a land flowed bitter
in foul crime.
The woods, such a
dangerous place,
One day, a girl with
a hood of red
went off to Grandma,
who lay abed.
The young lass was
charming, but plain
with modest sense
and little brain.
She went unaware,
through the woods,
bearing her Granny a
basket of goods.
While the Wolf Clan
tracked every tread
their vile
intentions to inspire deep dread.
Poor old Granny they
dispatched
and a wicked plot straight
away hatched.
Gullible Girl Red
stepped into a trap,
that Wolf Clan
scheme to kidnap.
She disappeared from
the world that day;
there was no
Huntsman to help her stay.
She ended in a dank,
dark pit,
roasting on the Wolf
Clan spit.
Briar Rose
A curse, time and beauty enfold her fate...
Smoke and dark magic
waft in the ether
as a small baby
cries
her first breath.
Darkness rises, tendrils curling,
entwining...
The past cannot be
hidden,
hate seeks
retribution.
Blood calls to
blood,
even ichor black as
pitch.
On the first moon the blight is cast to
fall...
A singular unwelcome
guest
spewing sins and
venom.
The noxious web
begins,
the magic spun along
the path.
One prick upon the finger, a drop of blood...
A dream of
immortality
as she slumbers,
imprisoned
behind walls of
razor thorns
fed by princely
flesh and bone.
A rider comes, the destined last hunter...
Following the fabled
prize.
He prevails, a quest
fulfilled
her dreams disturbed
with a kiss.
And her life becomes
his,
still not her own...
This next poem
appears in the Twisted Shorties II anthology (free on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/329697
):
In the Mirror
Reflection of light, illusion in grey,
Oh, mirror, mirror tell me true,
Who is fated to die this day?
A flicker of magic, come what may,
for kings, princes, and courtiers too,
Reflection of light, illusion in grey.
I smile, I laugh, with words betray,
Should I whisper that spell anew?
Who is fated to die this day?
A timely curse, enchantments sway;
Pawns that topple, and blood I drew.
Reflection of light, illusion in grey.
Have your children gone astray?
Perhaps a part of someone’s stew?
Who is fated to die this day?
Witches are calling, come join the fray,
To pirouette with Death, will you?
Reflection of light, illusion in grey.
Who is fated to die this day?
Hope you enjoyed
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