Thanks Ziwz! ^^

awwwww

Much to impact in this piece both negative and positive both in reality and in that classic tale formula.

The Griim recording ends with Wölfe sind oft starker, wolves are often stronger when the wood's man goes to confront the beast at tales end.

One of Red riding hood song poems of Into the Woods:

And he showed me things

Many beautiful things,

That I hadn't thought to explore.

They were off my path,

So I never had dared.

And he made me feel excited-

Well, excited and scared.

And I know things now,

Many valuable things,

That I hadn't known before.


Such a strange balance on the stranger in our lives, the struggle between gender forms in gaze and concept of the stranger, etc.

Ooh! I really liked that poem? And speaking of poetry?

Little Red Cap, by Carol Ann Duffy

At childhood’s end, the houses petered out
Into playing fields, the factory, allotments
Kept, like mistresses, by kneeling married men
The silent railway line, the hermit’s caravan
Till you came at last to the edge of the woods
It was there that I first clapped eyes on the wolf

He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud
In his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his hairy paw
Red wine staining his bearded jaw. What big ears
He had! What big eyes he had! What teeth!
In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me
Sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink

My first. You might ask why. Here’s why. Poetry
The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods
Away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place
Lit by the eyes of owls. I crawled in his wake
My stockings ripped to shreds, scraps of red from my blazer
Snagged on twig and branch, murder clues. I lost both shoes

But got there, wolf’s lair, better beware. Lesson one that night
Breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poem
I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, for
What little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?
Then I slid from between his heavy matted paws
And went in search of a living bird – white dove –

Which flew, straight, from my hands to his open mouth
One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said
Licking his chops. As soon as he slept, I crept to the back
Of the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books
Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head
Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood

But then I was young – and it took ten years
In the woods to tell that a mushroom
Stoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birds
Are the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolf
Howls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out
Season after season, same rhyme, same reason. I took an axe

To a willow to see how it wept. I took an axe to a salmon
To see how it leapt. I took an axe to the wolf
As he slept, one chop, scrotum to throat, and saw
The glistening, virgin white of my grandmother’s bones
I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up
Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone

An interesting twist is that one.

The poem was published by carol Ann Duffy in 1999 and it was semi autobiographical, but also has a lot of elements of female empowerment.

Ah! I found what you were talking about in YouTube (unfortunately it’s the Disney one with the Wolf played by Johnny Depp):

https://youtu.be/ORgZ3dJxTXM

Nah the collections are older than , original film and stage play from 1986.

Daww so cute 😢🖤