Wolf Teeth
Little Red Cap
Writing: Β© Jennifer McBride 2025 (Paperfly)
Poem header image: photo by βSokolenko13β, 2015. CC BY-SA 4.0. Cropped and filter added. Original here.
Preview image and main post image: an edit of βRed Riding Hoodβ by John Everett Millais, 1864. Oil on panel. Public domain. Edit by me.
Hello Paperfly, this is beautiful!
This is so lovely just as it is, a flow of words and images, evocative, emotional. It feels like a felt truth. It's enchanting. But it also carries metaphors open to interpretation. Seeds as sacrifice. Aspirations just out of reach. Navigating landscapes of ambition as hazards lurk all around.
I love the sense of strength hidden beneath all the uncertainty. There is treachery about, yes. Tension even in a walk, a walk that must be endured, vigilence provoked at every turn, like each workplace along a career path.
Little red riding hood on her way to grandma's house (old age?) as innocence is tested, threatened. I feel a melancholy infused with a gentle heroism. I think that's why I say it's a lovely poem.
Thank you for sharing it. Well done!