Rapunzel (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

Oil Painting of knight holding spear in skeletal hand with albatross in background






Everyone, Rapunzel says

Waylaying her latest swain

Surprising at the tomb-still cottage gate

his hesitant approach

Has a milieu, I wanted mine

To be more than that of witch’s hostage

Bound in a tower room

Do you want to know the truth?

I winnowed seeds where the birds had crapped them out

On the window ledge

Rolled them in balls of patiently gathered dust

Made pliable by spit, and sticky

I let them fall

They grew brambles, some

And fleurs sauvages, asters yellow-faced and crowned in white

But other few did sprout me morning glory vines

And these I hid from her beneath my hair

That my dear is the secret of my escape

Now if you have a tinder-box, we will set fire to it all





Oil painting of staring creature severed hand and horseRattus
Working Overseas
















(2017, Stephanie Foster)




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