Hi, Poetry Friday friends. Welcome back to my series of posts from Northfield Elementary’s third grade poetry residency.
It’s day two of our fractured fairy tale poems. In the last post, I described the beginning of our workshop. Today’s I’m sharing the brainstorming worksheet I use for this lesson. The key to this poem is really digging into secondary character’s point of view. If the prince could tell his version of “Cinderella” — how might the story be different? How does he feel about the events of the fairy tale?
The third grade poets had a lot of fun thinking about which fairy tale characters were itching to tell their side of things. Much like a persona poem, this exercise taps into many children’s sense of empathy — understanding and resonating with someone else’s situation and emotions.
As you will see, the students really got into the voices of these characters!
The Wrong Beans
One upon a time, in a far, far land
there was a wizard who was the fox
in most fairy tales.
He was a trickster.
He finds someone, someone special,
and pranks them with his plan.
“I’m the real villain everyone should fear.”
Then this, “Jack was in front of me
and I gave him the beans of death.
I walked home, proud
until I realized, I gave the boy
the wrong beans, the beans that the boy
would just plant.
Then, Jack got famous
for the mistake I made. I’m so mad!
I hate Jack! I hate him so much.
If I ever see him, I’ll curse him,
curse him better than I did before.”
Ha! Those little pigs!
They thought they could stay safe just by building with twigs.
They built as fast as they do in Fortnite.
Then the straw house got destroyed during the night.
Then came the sticks.
Oh, those poor little pigs.
Then came me,
as strong as could be.
Because of my owner and I.
Those pigs came begging to let them in.
So, of course, we let them in.
The wolf came.
His breath also came.
horrible and terrible.
I can see why those houses died, but I am stronger
because of my owner and I. And I’m boss.
I Never Liked Cinderella
I never liked Cinderella.
My dad wanted me to marry her, not me!
It was NOT my decision!
In my mind, I actually thought her stepsister
was quite pretty.
I didn’t get the glass slipper.
My dad pushed me to and down the stairs.
And I hurt myself even MORE
when I tripped over the glass shoe thingy.
I said I would arrest
whoever the shoe belonged to, but noooo!
The news got it all wrong!
I didn’t want to marry her!
But when my dad said he was proud
of what he thought was my decision
I didn’t want to let my father down.
One Fine Day
One fine day
my first day on the job
I’m feeling stressed.
Someone was calling my name.
My grandma is
being eaten by a wolf.”
I did not
bring my gun.
Ugh. This is
the worst day of my life!
Actually, do I ever bring
my fun? Never mind that!
I’d never had
someone eaten by
Let me run
back to the office!
Jack and the Beanstalk Poem
from Jack’s Mom’s Point of View
He gave someone our cow.
Planted beans in our yard.
I wonder how this day
could get any worse.
I wish I could ground him
and make him get rid
of that ugly beanstalk mess.
I won’t let him play
or have any fun.
I’ll make him do the dishes
and all of my chores.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time there was a mom
who sent her son out to sell a cow for money.
After a long time, she got mad.
“Fifty days later, Jack still isn’t back!” she screamed.
She was mad. She went out to find him.
Later, she found him in a fight with a giant.
“What the heck did he do?” she thought.
She screamed up the huge beanstalk,
“Jack, get down here!”
Then Jack came with a ton of gold.
“Okay, let’s go,” said Jack.
“We’re rich!” the mom screamed.
Jack was grounded for a month,
but they were rich.
“The Story of Hansel and Gretel” by The Candy House
One day in the forest,
I was just sitting there
minding my own business.
And then out of nowhere,
two kids walked out of the forest
and their names were Hansel and Gretel.
They see me and I see them.
Then they ran up and started to eat me.
I was as in pain as a person dying
from getting his skin ripped off.
I was in pain so bad, I rang the doorbell.
And the witch that owned me
came out and told them to come in.
So they came in, but I did not know
what happened. But when Hansel
and Gretel came out, they were fat
and the which died in my cook burner.
Thanks to the Northfield teachers and families for permission to share the third graders’ poems online.
Posts in the “Poems from the Northfield Third Grade” 2018 series:
Poetry Friday List Poem Lesson
A Garden of Words: 3rd Grade List Poems
The Pool Is the Capital of My Summer: Odes to Place
Third Grade Odes from Northfield E.S.
Fractured Fairy Tale Poems
Poetry Friday: Once Upon a Time
A Gallery of Poems