Painting by Gustave Dore

Little Red Riding Hood was six
when the wolf ate her.
Grandma didn't see
when he hid himself
under the bedclothes.
Mum was too busy
making cakes.

Little Red Riding Hood was all alone
the night the wolf cried out
for her.
She didn't scream.
She didn't cry.

Little Red Riding Hood thinks of
herself as a survivor.
She didn't turn to drugs or alcohol
to numb out the painful feelings
nor did she get afraid:
Little Red Riding Hood is just
an angry little girl dressed to kill,
ready to die.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

1 comment:

  1. I cry for little red riding hood. I weep in unison. Sad there is more than one little red riding hood. tc