This week's challenge was to write a poem based on a folktale, fairy tale or legend. Here are the results. What fun we had!
Jane Yolen left this poem in the comments.I wrote several poems this week. Here's one of them.
HoodieJulie Larios from The Drift Record left this poem in the comments.
Not for me the soft grey hood,
flanneled, drawstringed,to perfection.
Not for me the silken red hood
Sewn with motherly perfection.
a sop to wolves and woodcutters both;
Not for me these old school tropes,
I touch the now, the new, the never;
I live on chocolate and on hopes.
I go camouflaged into the forest,
sit under a low-hanging live oak.
Disguised by clothing and by silence
I watch all the fairy tale folk
walk, run, leap, fly by.
I would rather read their expressions
parse each fast-beating made-up heart.
This has become my chief obsession:
I do not want to be one of them,
but watch in simple silent laughter;
for none of them--not hero, not wolf
gets to live happy ever after.
@2009 Jane Yolen
Three gold coins.Harriet from spynotes shares a poem called The Day the Sky Fell.
Three wishes wished.
Three magic seeds
and three magic fish.
Three bad guesses.
three real tears—
now the sea is salty
now the seeds are years,
now the threes are doubles,
now the doubles, one;
now the world is spinning
‘til it comes undone.
Now you are a changeling,
now you are a haunt,
now you're hardly here at all,
and now you're not.
Now you're just the wind
as it moves through leaves,
I can hear you whispering:
one, two, three.
Laura Salas shares a poem called Obsession by Prince Charming.
Elaine from Wild Rose Reader has a Q and A poem.
Sara Lewis Holmes from Read*Write*Believe shares a cento for the frog princes entitled and we leap up to become.
Beloved Haiku Dreams shares a poem entitled She Came . . . As Fore Told.
A Prince’s LamentIt's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll include it in the results.
I hate these clothes
I cannot breathe
Thrown against a wall
living a life
Don’t get me started
on the wife
I cannot eat or sleep
when I want
what I want
How I long for the cool
of the pool
the song of the pond
my friends in the water
Each day I leave the castle
in search of a witch
(a real one)
longing to be cursed
and set free