Bewitching Red – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Bewitching Red

delectable creature,
there upon that forest trail
she left me moon eyed
and howling for more,
then, begging her leave,
claimed an appointment to keep,
whispering something
about her grandma
and an axe to grind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under bush walking, poem, romance

44 responses to “Bewitching Red – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Ha ha! Nice twist on Red Riding Hood!

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  2. Beneath the red and woolen cloak lies revenge.

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  3. Perfect surprise at the end!

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  4. Love your take on this old tale!

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  5. Very nice!! Scary, yet made me smile.

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  6. There’s something special about red.

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  7. I love the mischief … and discovery lol … nicely done, Paul. 🙂

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  8. I found that hilarious, Paul. It could be a metaphor for recent times. Still chuckling.

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  9. Great twist on Red Riding Hood! It was well written too!

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  10. Love it, Paul! 😉 Well done! Michael

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  11. Lovely take on on Little Red Ridding Hood!😊

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  12. ‘Moon eyed’, what a wonderful phrase and image.

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  13. Muntazir

    Wow! So intriguing

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  14. lync56

    Very clever and evocative


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