Fairytales...

Check out Chloe Tovell's AMAZING poem version of Little Red Riding Hood...

Red Riding Hood’s Horror

She leaves her house
For the wood,
To follow the path
Into the wood

On her way
A blood trail she finds,
But off the track
It winds and winds

Red riding follows it
Although she is worried,
Of what she may find
At the end of her scurry

The bullet goes off
An axe swings low,
She hears it all
Before the blow

She is laying upon
The leafy ground,
Tasting blood in her mouth
In her ears it pounds

The wolf appears
Looking hungry for more,
That’s when she feels
Grandma’s corpse on the floor



Jumping straight up
She faces the beast,
“He will have no meal
For sure not a feast”

He’s killed the OAP
And now he wants the child,
You can see it in his eyes
Blood-thirsty and wild

The trees all around them
Seem to come to life,
With faces appearing
Sharper than a knife

The silence grows stronger
The darkness more eerie,
“One will die tonight”, says the wolf
“That’s no theory”

All the trees collapse
Red Riding Hood flees,
The creature he yelps
Screaming on his knees

The young girl is gone
The grandma alive,
She aims her bow and arrow
Straight into his eyes

Blood pouring out
The beast’s dead for sure,
No life left in him
He falls to the floor


Well done, Chloe!