Rapunzel (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 20 Nov 2021 in Art, Poems

Oil Painting of knight holding spear in skeletal hand albatross in backgroun






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 tinderbox, we will set fire to it all




Kindle cover for poetry book Rattus
















(2019, Stephanie Foster)




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