Sunday, November 5, 2017

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Woman with Long Hair
Man Ray (1929)

Tress the tower gold!
I will save you by your hair!
calls a good by grounded man.
He seems harmless standing there,

but he hides scissors
     behind
          his back.

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

19 comments:

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Oh yes hard to spot those with scissors behind their backs...blind trust no more! Loved your take on this one.

Sherry Marr said...

Oh, that is it, they admire the beauty then cant wait to destroy it.

annell said...

Promis of salvation, only to hide the scissors behind his back. Good one!

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, I'll be your savior, but you won't like the cost.

John Buchanan said...

An interesting perspective!

brudberg said...

Beware indeed... every savior will charge a tribute.

Jazzbumpa said...

powerful message in only a few words
yes the world is full tricksters
who only want to take

namaste
JzB

WildChild47 said...

calls a good by grounded man

I love how this reads - the layers that are just subtle enough - then, of course, the follow through reveal. Powerful.

Thotpurge said...

Nice twist!!!

Mary said...

Oh no - NOT scissors! Clever poem.

colleen Looseleafnotes said...

Everyone covets her hair!

Other Mary said...

Yeah, I'll be he runs with those scissors too.

Kim Russell said...

Never trust anyone with scissors behind their back - but you can't always see them, especially if you're in a high tower.

Sumana Roy said...

Uh oh! But that's the way of the world. No blind trust :)

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Brilliant take on the prompt! Watch out for those scissors :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

I was almost taken in by that good by grounded man! The ending is priceless.

:)

Marian said...

Of course he does!

J. T said...

Ooh...how chilling! I am thrilled by this piece. Great write!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wonderful, but it's not that we're trying to destroy the beauty, just possess it. It's just that in trying to hold on to the beauty, we accidentally kill it.