poetry, writing

The Other Rapunzel

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A girl a girl with golden hair,
Fell down a well, her legs were bare.
But in that darkness of the well
She heard her name, a call, a yell!

A girl a girl with golden hair
Found a man, how he was fair!
He said, “I love your golden hair!
Come with me upon this mare.” 

A girl a girl with golden hair,
Rode to a castle with this Laird.
But there he tied her to a chair,
For he meant to CUT her golden hair.

A girl a girl with golden hair
Toppled over, broke the chair—
Grabbed the scissors, stabbed the Laird.

Now running for her life she flees;
She hides within the white oak tree.
And there she stays, safe and well,
From all manner of human hell…

 

©2017 H. M. Smith, All Rights Reserved.

 

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