The Wolf's Postcript to 'Little Red Riding Hood'
First, grant me my sense of history:
I did it for posterity,
for kindergarten teachers
and a clear moral:
Little girls shouldn't wander off
in search of strange flowers,
and they mustn't speak to strangers.
And then grant me my generous sense of plot:
Couldn't I have gobbled her up
right there in the jungle?
Why did I ask her where her grandma lived?
As if I, a forest-dweller,
didn't know of the cottage
under the three oak trees
and the old woman lived there
all alone?
As if I couldn't have swallowed her years before?
And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf,
now my only reputation.
But I was no child-molester
though you'll agree she was pretty.
And the huntsman:
Was I sleeping while he snipped
my thick black fur
and filled me with garbage and stones?
I ran with that weight and fell down,
simply so children could laugh
at the noise of the stones
cutting through my belly,
at the garbage spilling out
with a perfect sense of timing,
just when the tale
should have come to an end.
Commentary
Another guest poem submitted by Matt Chanoff:
Ali died this week, at age 52. He was a Kashmiri exile, living most recently in New York. He’s apparently famous for introducing the Ghazal into modern American poetry, where it’s now common. The poem seems to me appropriate this week, not only as a memorial for Ali, but for the comment it makes on the vilified. The thing about Osama bin Laden and his ilk is that the evil they do swamps any legitimacy. If there’s something to think about how Western (and Hindu) culture and politics constrict the possibilities for Islam, or about how poverty and loss of culture lead young men to violence, or about the the responsibilities that the world’s only superpower may have toward weaker nations, then these things are drowned out by the casual murderers who act in their name.
Ali could have made this a trivial poem by being just contrarian and taking the side of the wolf. Instead, he makes a stronger point by making the big bad wolf human.
You can read about him at
http://www.poets.org/poets/poets.cfm?prmID=128 or
http://www.salem.mass.edu/sextant/v4n2/keyes.html
You can read about the Ghazal form at
http://www.umr.edu/~gdoty/poems/essays/ghazals.html
In the Minstrels, Poem #748 by Faiz Ahmed Faiz was translated by Ali.
— Matt
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From the Wondering Minstrels mailing list, 1999–2008.
Martin DeMello · 13 December 2001
Also spracht Melissa Towner…
Along the same lines, Gregory Maguire’s brilliant ‘Wicked’ and ‘Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister’ are retellings of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and ‘Cinderella’ respectively, from unexpected and very well depicted points of view.
martin
Melissa Towner · 13 December 2001
Thank you for this poem – it made my day! It also reminded me of Anne Sexton’s poem “Cinderella.” Aside from the obvious fairy tale connection, the two share an enlightening glimpse into another point of view – what about the wolf? what does happily ever after really entail? Furthermore both draw on the darkness of the original tales which most of us have forgotten in this era of Disneyfication.
A few years ago I had my students (high school sophomores) write “Fairy Tale Poems” using Sexton’s “Cinderella” as a model. They were shocking and exhilarating in their understanding of the “others” in the tales.
Melissa Towner