Little Red, Little Red
what’s held in your hand?
bags packed with cherries
or sugar or cake?
Little Red, Little Red
what’s that on your arm?
A liberty scrawled
on ebony/slate
Little Red, Little Red
what stains your dress?
Spilt berries, sweet jam
picked poppies’ carmine?
Little Red, Little Red
why hide under hood?
Your locks capture eyes
put fear in the wolf
J. x
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25y/o songwriter hailing from South London. www.myspace.com/deafyetiband
High above me Lay a bird in wait It's eyes locked on something Sealing its fate The trees tower over me It's branches like fingers Reaching out to touch me A caution for anything that lingers The...
Cut out her heart, And feed me it, Then watch me: On my throne I'll sit. My hair is fine, As fine as her's, I'm wrapped in cloths, Expensive furs.
"I took a breath. I pursed my lips. Tilted my head. Hands on my hips. "Did she say: 'Stay on the path, Or face the evil Wolfy's wrath'. "I can't remember, But who cares. Just one step...
The tricksters gathered in an unruly mob, To discuss tonights fearsome job, A Fairy gone to dark feared for her life, As The Hood fingered her knife, The boy shouted his old "wolf!" joke, And still...
Place this apple in your hand, Take a bite, I swear it's nice, It's got that perfect mixture of: Some sugars and some spice.
Ripped, onyx silk rippled in the swirling, icy winds. Cascading raven black hair whipped around delicate, porcelain flesh. A faintly shimmering silver crown danced in the eerie half light.
You're not the only one To bar your teeth at my flesh. One has already bitten me, A sly old crook called Death.
Attention. We know, folks, This is getting out of hand, But there are more ASBO's To hand out in Forestland.
I love how you manage to conjure up the fairytale just through the style of your writing. You really have a great eye (hand?) for detail.
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