My Little Red Riding Hood

 

When I first saw you picking all the wild-

Flowers, something stirred inside me. I kept

Staring at you, unable to keep my eyes

Off your red hood, pink cheeks, and curly hair.

I wanted, girl, to show you what it means

To be loved—we ran all the way to your

Grandma's house; I reached first, quickly consumed

Her so that I could taste you, relish you.

The world knew me through veils and heresy;

I wanted you to witness the real me

All embracing, all caring, all loving—

Flesh to flesh, I wished to be one with you.

Unlike humans, I am no cannibal,

Don't you know, my little red riding hood?



Bibek Adhikari





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-01-21 at 13:19

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You've done something I love to do, take a fairy tale and give it a new use. You've done it very well.
2019-01-21


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Am especially fond of line 9! But the poem is solid and vivid throughout. And there's an evident "comfort level" with the pentameter, an ease of diction, that is admirable. Bravo!
2019-01-21