and Glass wrote1 week, 1 day ago
Rapunzel,Wild Child.......by Donna Earle..
Your hair has grown wild,Rapunzel..
like golden grasses or wheat fields,
it has dandelions in it and lilies too,
why are you in the tower hiding?
come down and race the wind and make daisy chains
don't be so afraid.
with your glorious flower hair
you are a princess,
Your eyes are glazing over from the stale air in the tower,
and your lips are cracked from too much sleep
I know the only time you are happy is at night
when you stare at the stars,
and nibble on the wild black -berries I send up to you.
Some times in the morning don't you ache to feel the wet grass under your feet?
What are you waiting for Rapunzel?
comb your hair of gold,
wet your lips with raindrops and climb down..
you can be free....
or is too late?
Has the prolonged imprisonment changed you?
has freedom no meaning now?
I fear it is true,
because sometimes I feel your eyes no longer see the ground ,or the flowers or trees..
but only the stars,
because you have stared at them so long..
so many years.
You are wild now ,perhaps
and can no longer escape your tower...
so sad my wild girl...so sad....
This particular fairy tale is one that I really love.
© Donna Earle. All rights reserved, a year ago