Spoken Word

Red Riding Hood

“Stick to the man made path” they say,

but I’m a scarlet woman, so I go my own way.

They tell me “You’re a wild one, Red.

One of these days you’ll end up dead.”

I laugh knowing I’m not invincible,

shrug and say, “Well, won’t we all?!”

I’m not afraid of the forest,

of wolves, or of men,

I have faced them all,

and will do it again.

I’m not naive or fearless,

but I’ll walk through fear’s fire,

to hunt the fullness of myself,

to live my truest desire.

And I think you’re the kind,

who will know what I mean,

when I tell you sometimes,

I get on all fours and scream.

I never cried wolf,

but I’ve seen a wolf cry,

and there is something the same about him and I.

So I follow paw prints

off the beaten track,

I dance into the woods,

and I never look back.

I hug trees, kiss flowers and splash in the river,

giggle with glee at the cold water shiver,

then I lay wet on the grassy banks,

feel the sun on my skin and give my thanks.

And if from the darkness,

I feel eyes that aren’t there,

I stay still and brazen,

just let them stare.

Nature is beautiful, and so am I,

I’m going to live before I die.

So I’m wild, but not feral,

no one needs to tame me.

I know who I am

and I’m still a lady.

I take cake to Grandma for afternoon tea.

She is a wise old woman,

and a lot like me.

We sip our sweet tea out in the fresh air,

then Granny snoozes in her rocking chair,

while I watch the woodman chopping his wood,

putting on a show for the girl in the hood.

He knows how I love to see,

to feel insatiable longing flow all through me.

We each have our ways to work up an appetite,

he will devour me later…

there is a full moon tonight.

And in a clearing on my way home,

I’ll go to him on my own,

to give him a taste of me.

I’ll open my red cloak,

he’ll fall to his knees.

They say I’m hungry like the wolf,

but the wolf says he is hungry like me.


I’ve always love men with long noses…

they tell the most beautiful lies.

I dreamed a dream of you,

but I couldn’t make it true,

so I got myself a hammer and chisel,

and I learnt to carve.

I picked the finest wood.

It called to me and I understood.

It was meant to be a work of art,

something beautiful to soothe my heart.

This creation is my destiny,

I bring only what was meant to be,

shaping a new reality,

with wood chip flying in the air,

I worked away with love and care,

knowing I would find you there.

Oblivious to splinters

and unaware of time,

just caught up in creative flow

and a desire to make you mine.

First I sculpted your ears,

because I wanted you to hear,

and I couldn’t wait to talk to you,

tell you all that we could do,

share every thought

and each confession.

Though I could only give you on expression…

so I chose the curves of your softest smile,

I used to grain to create

the gentle creases around your eyes,

I rest my hand on your cool cheek,

your warm face frozen in my mind.

I long to make you move,

to bring you to life,

but I have not yet found that magic,

beyond my carving knife.

So instead, I made you into a marionette.

But not to control you.

Never forget,

I will carve my name onto your heart in the shape of your freewill,

if you wanted to leave I’d let us part,

and I would love you still…

No strings attached.

Really, no catch.

Just joints.

So while you are still here,

I can wrap your hard arms around me,

rest a while in pseudo-joy,

laying in the sawdust of our lost dreams,

wishing you were a real boy.

An Adventure Begins

Be the curious maiden

who smiles sweetly at her foes,

create your own path through the woods

and see where your heart goes.

Wield your own sword

to cut through your thorns

and give yourself the roses.

Strip away what you no longer need

and love what it exposes.

Give thanks to every hero

who helps you on your way,

stop to meet the magic,

and don’t forget to play...

Explore the strangeness of the mundane

and laugh at the absurd,

Hold hands with danger,

kiss the beast on the cheek,

and sing with the birds...

then howl like the wolf,

dance like the princess,

smile wisely like the witch.

Be whoever you are today,

and when you choose to,

you just switch.

Remember this is a tall tale

so you are both always and never alone.

Be fair as the queen,

create like the mother,

speak truth like the crone.

Wish on stars and bathe in the shadows,

caress whatever skin you’re in.

Know when a story is ending,

a new adventure always begins.