Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Hair
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair—
Fair as a maiden, bold as a snare.
Grew up under yonder witch’s care,
Harken, momentous dwelling in her lair.
Pails from the well, dragged with pulley flare,
Adventurous explorer, nature’s ware.
Skimp barefoot in moor-grass blades,
Growth spurts from the day’s old gates.
Out-willed free will, gifts grown determined,
Sacred or profane, her hunger untamed.
Femininity is brave.
Shrill screaming dressed in melody’s praise,
Precociously tying herself down in braids.
Enthralled mane petted by the dumb and lame—
Eloped with a changeling, darting dame,
Found family in exiling ail.
A modern fairy tale.
Rapunzel’s happily ever after
concludes with cutting it short.


















