By Kay Northbridge
Enchanted lips sparkle, scarlet like the poisoned apple, over snow-white teeth. After wiping cinders from her fingers with her own red cape, I remove her glittering glass slippers.
Mile-long golden hair, silky under this beast’s caress, leads me like a trail of crumbs to her forbidden garden. My fairest princess, sweet as gingerbread, begins her magical hundred-year slumber.
My desires whirl like wheels spinning gold, growing a beanstalk in my loins. I am hot as an oven, huffing and puffing, a wolf at her tower door. If I never put my hungry mouth to hers, I will live happily ever after.
This is an excellent mash-up/retelling of fairytales!
So much fun! “Growing a beanstalk in my loins,” cracks me up every time! Good job!
Very creative
Enchantment with edge. So lyrically fine, it resonates long after first reading. A pleasure to read aloud. (Do try this at home.)