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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Fully Grown

Morden Blush

The vows, inception, but a bud,

Which Time has now released;

The years, the layers, gracious flood

Where depth of love increased.

The petals, pathways intertwined,

Your fingers in my own;

The flower, beauty, souls aligned,

A marriage fully grown.

 

 

 

Perhaps

Petticoats

 

Perhaps if petticoats were pearls

And thoughts were stars with chocolate swirls,

Moments wrapped in petalled lace,

Where tear-drop diamonds hold in place

Bright fairy-wands, of age-old make

Fair magic-wrought, for magic’s sake –

Then I could keep you here with me,

Shut out the worst catastrophe,

Bind our hearts with fairy glue

So I could always be with you.

Wings

young gull

 

His love was a fledgling –

awkward in its moulting,

a pupation of sorts.

His grasp of her essence

floundered in the reeds

where others moved sure;

progress screeched

and twittered, juvenile

in proportion and quality.

But true love has a way

of making a man;

where finesse was lacking,

perseverance found flight –

I still see them soaring, now and then,

where time and age cannot clip their wings.

 

Songs of Spring

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you are my vernal equinox

I lean in to your warmth

frozen places stir, blink

in the brilliance

hope blooms sure, like

snow destined to saturate

the soil, singing songs

of spring