Blood, Screams and Wild Woods

A mother? No.
I haven’t had one
of those in years.

I birthed myself real
out of the belly of a beast
who dined on loved flesh
and snacked on lies.

Of course, I remember
the day. I was born of blood,
screams and wild woods.
I was eleven and a moon
and wholly crimsoned.

There used to be a mother,
once upon a time. It’s true.
But she was eaten, bit by bit,
by ravenous plot monsters
that haunt ever afters.

Yes, my grandmother still lives
in me, written inside my skull,
bewaring me of lies and wolves.

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written for Beyond the Ever After – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 11)
and
linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Red, by C. Madison-Peters“Red”, by C. Madison-Peters
(find more of her yummy work on her website and on Instagram)

Plant a Poem in a Tale

The best stories are the ones we finish reading, but they never stop growing in our heads. We might wonder what happened to a character, or if a river that was in danger of drying out made it into the next century, or who was really at fault in the mysterious case of Red Riding Hood and The Wolf… So many things to ponder upon, when we fall in love with a world…

For day 22 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Create a poem set within a story you read (please provide the title of the story or book—if you liked it, we might want to go there, too).

I want to advice care when completing this prompt. Please watch for plagiarism and for copyright infringement. The safest bet, I think, is to base our poems on writings found in the public domain. In the case of those of us who write fiction, we could plant our poems in a tale we wrote.

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will keep stories growing and growing and growing… That’s the truth.

Red Riding Hood Book Sculpture, by  Malena Valcárcel“Red Riding Hood Book Sculpture”, by Malena Valcárcel
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