The porridge tasted pure and light.
It was just right.
The broken chair an abject sight -
a sorry plight.
The small intruder's golden hair
now rested on a pillow there.
She dreamed a dream of sweet delight.
It was just right.
I'll tell the truth, the story quite --
not one washed white.
It may have not been fair a fight --
advantage height.
For trespass paid in manner foul,
to pieces ripped from throat to bowel,
her liver cooked for tea that night -
it was just right.
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I always thought that fussy little thieving bitch
deserved a good mauling! Bloody well done, beautifully constructed and written.
On reading your afterwords I couldn't help wondering if you considered continuing the rule of three in the structure of the poem? Perhaps 3 verses, rhyming triplets even anapestic trimeters!
I know, sorry, got carried away.
Have you ever read Angela Carter's feminist retelling of fairytales like the company of wolves? They are also a delight.
lol - thanks jess
very much for that support...
again lol - i was tempted to go triolet...
- but octogram won the day - anyway i still got the three 'just right's in :)
love judy
ps - anapestic trimeters !!! lol
why don't you go, try it yourself
then let me know how you do fare
if your dum ta dan tan dum ta ta dums
- oh hell
- no not never even tempted to dare...
[backs off dissembling madly]
uh uh, that's one challenge I'm not taking, and I realised the meter would have to be Amphibrachic [da DUM da].
lol
i don't even know what that is :)
love judy
hi rosi
thanks so much
lovely to be back - only very part time for now though i'm afraid
- 'real life' is getting in my way...!!!
love and hugs
judy
hi jc
lovely to see you
- hope all has been well with you
thanks for the lovely comment
hugs
juddxxxxxxxxx
Dear Judyanne
I like the telling of your story best! It cleverly unfolds to a roaring good ending!
always, Cat
hi cat
lovely to see you
lol - of course you and eddie would like this version :)
thanks so very much for the great comment
love judy