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Rapunzel & The Deathwatch Beetle
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Rapunzel & The Deathwatch Beetle |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631
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All morning long this scarlet thrush hurls itself at my window, relentless, and single minded, I almost let it in myself, though once I’d seen a red moth, crazed by the walls of my room, spatter its pollen wings all over the house, coming all apart, the last of its stitches ripped out with your death, and I was left, ridiculous to write condolences to myself, in a room of curved walls, round with my own hair, coarse and brown as homespun rope, it smelled of nothing but me, I can still remember marking out the time on the length of my braid, little scraps of ribbon: red for the damp days, and red is how the deathwatch beetle earned its name, not because it was so ugly, not from my terror, simply, by the sound it made, ticking, I can still remember shivering on a little silver footstool, milkteeth chattering, listening to my hair grow, like the sound of crickets, whispering, and how it strangled sparrows dead in the eaves, beneath the cobbled walls, spread upon the linden and bramble, On Sundays, I’d dream of basking in the noon’s splintered gold, dear Prince, Sweet Prince, there is no escape, they’ll scale the shadows and find us here by sunset, no laughter can change this chance, no breath under blue of the brilliant twilight will save us, listen, now listen to the leaves and watch the lichen glisten, my sweet prince and true, what has become of you ? let down your hair, my love, all gnarls and jangles, for my wings are tangled in the vines, and I can hardly fly these days, so I burrow and stamp, and the radishes go up in my path, curling from the dark like beckoning, pretty bird, pretty bird, you said, don’t be afraid of the dark, or the dread ticking tock, O how it batters against my skull, so wild to get through that bloodied window. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Love what you do with fairy tales Belle.. have always enjoyed the twists you add to the telling.... and the beauty you paint with with words. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Your unique style never fails to captivate me. Powerful imagery that lingers in the mind. Love, Margherita |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Wow! ebm |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thanks Chief~~~ xoxoxoxoxoxox |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Margherita~ a sincere pleasure to captivate you <3 |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
EBM~ Thanks for the WOW ! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Smiling at you, Belle... only recently at our weekly poetry meetings have two specific words been introduced in poetry...that being Rapunzel and the other...unnaturally..."death watch beetle." Makes me wonder what's in the water.  Good to read you, as always, a sheer delight.  |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Hey Sunshine~ I assure you, pure coincidence...this poem (if indeed poetry it is? ha! ) was written a couple of years ago...and I am just dragging some old moth-eaten stuff into the light here~  Thanks for taking a peek~*~ |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
"All glory is fleeting," or so I have read and heard. I like this poem. It reads well. Sometimes it's hard not to remember and remonstrate, even when no signficant blame should attach. The leaf sounds and lichen glisten bring back now-distant, somewhat fragmentary memories, too. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
thanks easy1 |
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