Tag: Poems

Red Riding Hood reimagined

Welcome to ‘The Forgotten and the Fantastical’ Carnival This post was written especially for inclusion in ‘The Forgotten and the Fantastical’ carnival, hosted by Mother’s Milk Books, to celebrate the launch of their latest collection of fairy tales for an adult audience: The Forgotten and the Fantastical. Today our participants share their thoughts on the theme ‘Fairy tales’. Please read to the end of the post for a full list of carnival participants. *** I'm loving The Forgotten and the Fantastical, the new book of fairy-tales from Mother's Milk Books.  I'm enjoying the diversity of the voices and the breadth of these stories, the way modern fairy-tales always feel so familiar, but at the same time so fresh and surprising. Reading these tales inspired me to dig out a bunch of fairy-tales I wrote a while ago, and rereading them, what struck me was the rawness of the emotion, through stolen babies and…

Poem – The Death of Baldur

I can't tell you how long I've been obsessed with the Norse myth of the Death of Baldur (if you don't know the story, here's the bare bones).  Something about it definitely presses my buttons... This poem is about an early part of the story - the magical oath Baldur's mother Frigg makes with the world that nothing can harm him. I've got a vague plan to write a (YA?) novel, a modern retelling of the Baldur myth; it would be a modern retelling focus on the relationship between the two brothers in the story (rather than this poem's focus on on the mother).  Still in note form at the moment, I'll get to it one day. Meanwhile, while I'm writing about mothers...   The Death of Baldur   When Baldur, her first child, is born, Frigg’s world collapses to a point, As if her vision telescopes upon The locus of his cranium, Its…

Have you got something yum in your tum?

This erm - poem?- is a result of a collaboration between Dexter and me.  Euan wrote his own poem (image above).   Mum: Have you got something yum in your tum? Boy:  Have you got a plum up your bum? Mum: Have you got a flea on your knee? Boy: Have you got some bread in your head? Mum:  Have you got some soot on your foot? Boy:  Have you got some beef in your teef? Mum:  Have you got some borax in your thorax? Boy:  Have you got a snack on your back? Mum: Have you got a line through your spine? Have you got a bit of Prue Leith trapped between your teeth? Have you got Aer Lingus running through your fingers? Boy:  Have you got water up your snorter? Mum:  Have you got a stoat in your throat? Boy:  Have you got a fly in your eye? Have you got a peg on your leg? Have you got a…