I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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23 June 2016

Rapunzel Retold

Walled in
inside the high tower
I find the young woman
('just a girl, really,' 
she was sometimes told)
who dangled her long golden hair
softly over the faces of her babies,

her babies who
with smiles and tiny grabbing fingers
travelled up those strands to gaze in her eyes,
hoisting their brand-new awareness
in through the open window
of mother love.

When then was now, 
she sat in a house on the ground
with not only windows but doors that opened.
And that was fine for many years
while the babies thrived and grew.

How could she know
one was growing wrong?
To her eyes, the traces were faint
mostly invisible.

The thing became apparent
gradually. Even in his youth
and early manhood
she didn't see.

An infection, of sorts, in the brain –
or a chunk of it missing?
She has her ideas by now,
but even now can only guess.

The youngest son in the tales
meets many challenges, no?
Makes amazing journeys.
His were into delusion.
His were into hatred.

Finally, after years of tears,
she performed a ritual of distant healing
for the troubled man who had become
fearful to her, and unknown.
Then she expunged him from her life,
as had many others.

It was not for cruelty that her Sorceress
blocked behind high walls of stone
a long-ago mother playing with her babies,
and that youngest, enchanting child
with his early gifts for drawing and poetry,
his precocious insights, and the smile 
that still, in memory, makes her heart turn over.


I felt there was more for me to explore in the Rapunzel archetype, and sure enough....

1 comment:

  1. The second stanza is so vivid. I can see the babies moving, her hair shiny, her eyes open wide for them... The ending made me sigh a lot. We all know that some things go bad with time, but we never seem to be completely ready for it.

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