This poem was inspired by a fairytale-themed fancy dress dinner I attended. The poem is my take on Rapunzel's captivity in the fairytale tower as she awaits rescue. I hope you enjoy...
[In case it matters - we went as a 17-strong group dressed as the Shrek castmembers... and I was Puss in Boots!]
Tyrannical skylarks swoop over the sweet, silent night,
Lost in the hazy fog of the black and white insanity.
Deep, dark cuts across the shards of glittering stars,
Shattering off the smooth grey walls of the prison,
Within which she is trapped.
The cool, clammy walls. Rhythmically dripping.
Echoing through the cavernous stone-clad corridors.
Rough steel against skin, history rusted into each gnarl,
Shuddering as the wind traces fingers over her,
Brushing her smooth neck.
The night's maiden rides into the bleak, black dreams,
Hovering harshly over the scene unfolding below.
The silence broken with heavy footsteps beneath,
Thud... Thud... Increasing in pace now as they near,
Suddenly, a face at her door.
The outline hidden behind the bars leans forward,
Allowing the moonlight to catch the smooth white face,
Gentle eyes glittering into her terrified, trembling heart.
Soothing fears with soft reassuring tones of calm,
"I'm here now, to save you, my love".
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