Hansel & Gretel

They’d wandered the forest for hours
finally admitting they were lost.
Now… hungry, tired too and growing
more forlorn upon seeing the
shadows growing darker.

Not knowing what else to do
the two dropped to their knees
whence a cute little bird darted
out of the trees and seemed to
want them to follow.

Soon, they reached a clearing
around which were scattered
several pumpkin patches with a
small cottage nestled inside.

Hunger quashed any fear they
possessed but,
as they passed the pumpkin patch
they didn’t see those pumpkins leer.

The house was unlike any they’d seen
made of gingerbread and everything nice
brother and sister so hungry began
pulling bits off, not once, not twice
but, thrice.

Suddenly, the small door opened wide
and a friendly gesture bid them
go inside.
As she closed the door behind the
unsuspecting pair the old witch
couldn’t stifle a cackle:

‘We’ll soon get you fed and fatten
you up, come on, come on, sit down
eat up.”
She encouraged with a smile.
‘And then you’ll be fat enough
for me to eat too.’ She added
behind a rotten toothed grin.

~*~

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Hansel & Gretel is a fairystory written by the Brothers Grimm. If you want to know more here’s a link. Hansel & Gretel The Brothers Grimm seemed to always write children’s stories on the very edge of darkness. I would almost describe them myself as ‘horror’ stories for kids. Not really my cuppa tea at all but, as it’s fast approaching Halloween, I thought this rather grim tale of theirs might suit.

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Frankenstein

 

 

 

In flickering gaslight he poked, prodded and carved.  He was tired from too many long nights spent working so hard. Grunted here and there as each lined up bottle caught bloody drops which dripped down in a gutter from each crooked sown limb. The storm reached its zenith as lightening intruded, cracked and flashed itself all around the room… striking the bolt that passed through the things neck and with a sudden twitched jerk… it then moved.
With a wheezed gasp and gurgle the thing broke its buckles and then snapped its wide leather straps too, with hefty thump… its two feet hit the floor ..as the scientist stood there wide-eyed and…. in awe. Doubting his mind and its sanity too as the man-thing made of so many parts realised his sentient being at last and with a gigantic leap as befitting only the same he crashed through the glass windows… falling, down down, down onto the sidewalk with resounding crash and, with quick glance up into the darkness of night, his bulk… vanished.

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This is the famous Mary Shelly novel originally called: ‘Frankenstein;
or, The Modern Prometheus.’ first written in 1818. It seems incredible that it was written so long ago but, her first edition was published in 1818 and then a second edition was published in France in 1823. The Wikipedia write up on it all is very interesting.
A lot of people still mistakenly think that Frankenstein is the name of the monster created but it is in fact, the name of the scientist who created it (according to the book) the creature had no name.
I never read the book but have seen various movies, the original creature was played in a movie made in 1931 by Boris Karloff
I always felt sad for the ‘thing.’  He didn’t know right from wrong and he truly didn’t start off wanting to kill anyone. He learned to ‘feel’ and, taught himself to read etc. But, though he makes friends with a blind man and a young girl he is feared for being a monster and this sets a chain of events into motion of death and of his eventual demise
(until the next movie ….lol)

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