I, Rapunzel

Rapunzel

I, Rapunzel, clutched the tighter to my golden mane;

You, the wooer, prince and fighter, struggled to unchain

All those strands that held me captive to the distant past;

Strangled hopes and maladaptive dreams I had amassed

Like treasure chests with broken stocks, reduced by time to rust;

Death had killed my golden locks, and crumbled them to dust.

‘Let down your hair!’ your battle cry resounded in the dark;

But tendons tightened, terrified of barren branches; stark

My thoughts, unclothed my heart, as hope dared warm my blood;

One by one upon the start, and then a torrent flood

Descended in a golden cloud, until I stood unveiled –

Beneath my feet, a golden shroud, where former visions paled.

And now I wait, a bare-skinned maid, my Prince has won me fair;

For with the spring, I’ll grow new braids, fresh dreams will crown my hair.

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Epilogue

Jan Lake burnt blueberries

Out of the fire, something to eat,

Out of the chaos, something sweet;

As sure as the sunrise from darkness is torn,

After the heartache, Hope is reborn.

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My husband and I stumbled across a delightful blueberry patch growing in an area devastated by fire. What a delicious promise that the very things in life that distress and challenge us can be the beginning of something beautiful and fruitful  – if we will allow them to transform us.

The Sower

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These blades,

Guillotine to slice flesh

From bone, shred all semblance of comfort.

This rack,

Gears ground like teeth on edge,

Stretch faith beyond breaking.

 

Suffering gouges, disembowels,

Carves furrows upon her aching heart,

Divides the sheep and the goats

Into messy eviscerated piles.

 

The Sower scatters – dignified, purposeful.

Seeds cling with new tenacity

To scars, places where faith

That bleeds replaces stone.

They fall into gaping wounds,

Freshly ploughed soil

Where germination reigns.

 

The Tailor

Looking up

 

Scurrying,

hurrying,

frantic to-do-worrying,

blind-eyed,

soul-dried,

blinkers block the view.

Slowing,

knowing,

intake of the blowing,

raising,

gazing,

comprehending blue.

Standing,

landing,

soul-to-sky expanding,

seeing,

freeing,

seeking golden dreams.

Stretching,

fetching,

drinking in the etching,

reclining,

aligning,

repairing at the seams.

Rapunzel

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,

I want to climb up that glorious stair

And sail to the stars on your sunbeams of light;

Tell me you’ll let down your tresses tonight.

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, unwind your braids,

I want to capture their rich golden shades

And transfer their brilliance to heart’s dingy gloom;

Tell me you’ll lend me your triumphant bloom.

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, loosen your mane,

Rain me with sunshine, then douse me again;

Dying, your splendour will compost this earth,

Breeding renewal and spawning my birth.