RED RIDING HOOD

RED RIDING HOOD

A Poem by FlawedByDesign

RED RIDING HOOD

Room full of wolves
in sheep’s clothing,
making small talk,
strutting their bravados…

then she walked in.


The fire in her eyes
masked by the cowl
playing coy on her face.


Her elegance, provocative;
educing ravenous
looks of hunger,
fetching tongues
to come out and play.


But she is not
the meal for tonight…
THEY ARE.

 

© 2010 FlawedByDesign


Author's Note

FlawedByDesign
Thanks for feedback should you leave it.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

Wow, awesome :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


I can't help but think of a female dancer swinging on a pole with the dim lights and music playing. Good choice of words and style. Nice one.


Posted 13 Years Ago


Rawr. This is awesome! xD

Posted 14 Years Ago


What a twist! Red had a plan huh? I enjoyed this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Sensual indeed! I loved how you turned it around.. What a howlingly perfect piece..

Mags xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


What a great twist!!Red Riding Hood..........a siren.........and is the one in power.......loved it!

Posted 14 Years Ago


so red is the aggressor and she will be making her own wolf stew. nice turn around, and in fact quite prophesorial. we think we are in control, but the puppet masters are quite subtle at times, and not at times as well!

Posted 14 Years Ago


The wiser we get, we realize that we are the b*****s...and the girls hold the strings...they know just when to let their robes slip to the floor to remind us who is on top...lol
I guess it doesn't matter who eats who, as long as someone does...lol

Posted 14 Years Ago


Tasty Red Riding Hood thumbnail.

I wonder if the wolves are really wearing sheep's clothing. Wolves are usually obvious, even if cartoonish. ;-)

But certainly all us red-blooded wolves -- or lions -- enjoy a grown-up sexually predatory Red Riding Hood.

Bring it on, Red!

Posted 14 Years Ago



First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

8697 Views
22 Reviews
Rating
Added on October 12, 2010
Last Updated on October 12, 2010
Tags: poem, poetry, red, riding, hood, ravenous, hungry, meal, men, wolf, sheep, bravado, playful

Author

FlawedByDesign
FlawedByDesign

Stratford, Ontario, Canada



About
The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Sweet Nothings Sweet Nothings

A Poem by Bubo