Little Red Riding Hood: A Graphic Novel

Editor’s note: Sara, the young artist who brought you the Poet Comic, now brings you the story of Little Red Riding Hood in the style of a  graphic novel. 

Consider the dominant images in the story: the red velvet, the pink nightie, the wolf’s scar. Using these images, or others that strike you, can you write a poem about this well-loved fairy tale? Post your poem in the comments so we can share one another’s words.

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Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

Post by Sara Barkat, age 15.


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  1. Paul Willingham says

    The wolf hunt is on in Minnesota so I stayed out of the woods. Great job Sara. At 15 I couldn’t even draw stick people.

    Narrow is the Path

    Red velvet hood to cover her head
    Red velvet coverlet for grandmother’s bed
    There’s red velvet cake in lieu of sweet bread
    And velvety red wine to sip as she’s fed

    Like the serpent, deceitful, cunning, and hungry,
    The old grey wolf is still what he used to be
    Red strayed from the path, thus she failed to see
    Plotting, scheming, the wolf, just how wily is he

    With a bellyful of grandma, he continues his lies
    to naive Red, bigger than his stomach are his eyes
    He carries on the ruse as Red hears his replies
    Yet little does he sense his imminent demise

    No nine one one, Batmobile, X-Men, indeed
    the woodsman’s sewing kit is all he will need
    As along the dotted line the scissors proceed
    Viola, dear grandmother is finally freed

    The nasty old wolf’s big banquet is spurned
    The wolf’s luxurious pelt a reward that is earned
    With red cake, red wine, grandma’s poor health is turned
    And Red returns home with a lesson well learned.

  2. Laurie Flanigan says

    This is impressive! The illustrations are lovely and compelling. The story is captivating and wonderfully written.

  3. says

    A young girl, a basket, a cloak of deep red
    A grandmother sickly and frail in her bed
    An enemy greedy and heartless and vile
    Clever and sly and adept to beguile
    Sneering and snuffing the sun’s final ray
    Evil triumphant in glee wins the day
    Victory lovely as cake and sweet wine
    Sings as the glutton endeavors to dine
    Soon are the notes hammered silent and still
    Vanquished by Good and the strength of His will
    Ere our long journey be swept up in death
    We are assured of His life-giving breath
    We stray from the path but His promises stand
    Nothing can steal us for long from His hand

  4. says

    This is stunning! Especially the way the wolf is also wolf-man. Creepy and true to the tale. Plus, I love the different perspectives, like having a dozen different eyes telling the story.

    It’s one of those stories that’s almost too-familiar, but you made it new, Sara.


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