Image credit: Julie Boro

Image credit: Julie Boro

Rapunzel did you let it fall
Your golden hair
Right to the ground?
Your freedom in your dance will tell
The story that you’ve hidden deep
And as you roam the fields will we
Be opened to the secrets
That you keep?

Rapunzel did your lonely prince
Call at your door
And bring a rose?
You walk alone now so we see
The lover has been left behind
And as you’re beautiful could we
Yet here believe that
You’d be kind?

Rapunzel did the years you weaved
Your golden locks
Bring any peace?
There’s something brittle in the air
The floating splendour of your hair
And if they fell, your lovers
Just as martyrs here
Would you still care?

(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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