Walking the halls 

was walking in circles.

She seemed to be consistently planning 

Scribing the 

walls with codes,

 with signs,

 with messages.

The bear skin coat whooshed and swayed 

as she eddied about.

"Miles deep and endlessly wide, you are my constant, my confide"

  

Speaking to no one, but with the wind. 

A wind that had been both kind and cruel,

The wind had be the culprit who had blown the storm and 

Hampered the speed 

of her carriage as she had sped 

to her fathers side the night he had passed. 

She had not been present 

to hear her fathers last words 

no one had heard them they had been lost to the wind 

and this troubled her deeply. 

On the day of the funeral 

a warm breeze flew through 

the cemetery 

and it caught her attention.

First thing to break was a jug 

and as it was filled with milk 

it was something she could shrug off

not without sadness but without anger 

 

She could admit the mistake

and she refused to worry

And when she pricked and cut her hand 

she got some satisfaction from the sight of her own blood

but it was when she realised a black sock had fallen

in with the white sheets and stained them like tar 

a kind of fear and anger

 swept over her 

and she could think of nothing 

except escape

Rupunzel is a tale told by many tongues

Repunzel is not

Repunzel lived in a castle surrounded by iguanas

 

Rapunzel's hair was reported to be 51 feet long

Repunzel's was much longer and stranger 

Her mother like Rapunzel's had suffered a feverish fetish

not for lettuce 

but for Slugs and Snails

The effect of this was not only a name

the effect of this was a curse all of its own

For at the end of Repunzel's maine was a cold blooded tail.

With so much to do it is a surprise that anything is ever done 

Each exit from the path was a risk

You never knew how people

 would react 

to a girl stealing to save her pointless life

Smoke whipped and curved from this chimney.

She imagined it was her house before she broke all the windows.

A single dash

a leap

and she could take

a neat rock through the window

able to warm herself just with the thought

what wonders and fears 

might await her 

on her next twirl.

It was a walk in the park 

the whispers 

of leaves in the trees

the clouds part 

and the sun beams 

It was almost as though 

they were trying to speak

 but did not have tongues 

How very many times 

has she declined the offer

to take a stroll with Mr Craven.

'I don't know if I've ever been so very bored or boring,' thought Fanny

For 16 Weeks 

she had be going though

 the courting motions 

the motions of courting 

without the emotions

of love 

You don't like me do you Fanny?

Her sisters had 

teased her so

 about his attentions toward her

but it was not until 

she had read of her beloved 

Mr Rainer having

 run off with some rich mans wife

It was then

 that very day

 she excepted to offer

What a bad case

how sad it is 

to have lost the dream 

her dream

the romance with Mr Rainer seemed to be dissolving 

and she could, 

would and did

 directly blame Mr Craven now 

because 

she could see him

 right beside 

her acting as if he had know idea that she hated him.

And then

and then

He's going to bite me 

I've a mouth full of pins

I'll stick pins in his mouth

 if he tries to kiss me 

he'll be in for a shock

Oh god he's bending down

No No NO

I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck

Safest to place her behind glass

without the bother of elemental exposure 

Admiring the woman in a bell jar

he could stare at her for hours

safe both from herself and the elements 

how long he wondered could they survive like this

and a smile crawled over his lips...