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Mary-Catherine S. Poem
Rapunzel let down her lucious hair,
Fragrant, fine, and fair.
She did not dare to let it fall into great disrepair.
Day upon day and week after week
Combing herself weak;
Her hair wore out her energy, making her neck creak.
As her captor commanded her to
Let it continue
To grow to envious lengths, she became ever more blue.
Imprisoned, reclusive, too lonely,
She could not find joy.
Eventually she conversed with friends who could not reply.
Each evening as night fell she would spell
The name Rapunzel
In a whisper to herself, emitting a shrill cackle.
Invisible shackles bound her mind
'Til she could not find
But one beam of sunshine to which she had not become blind.
Her hair consumed her until one day;
Her master, away,
Returned to find her hung from her hair in an eerie sway.
Copyright © Mary-Catherine S. | Year Posted 2015
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Mary-Catherine S. Poem
Winter never surrenders,
It ploughs through the soul
And freezes the people.
For all time its fierce fangs
Inject bitter venom
Into its victims.
Some fall prey of a sudden
Trapped beneath the surface
Of the ice. Others fall asleep,
Unable to fight any longer.
Still some brave the bite
For the sake of others
In order to help them
Safely return to spring.
Spring endures,
But winter conquers,
Such is life they say,
Though they wish
It differently.
Copyright © Mary-Catherine S. | Year Posted 2014
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Mary-Catherine S. Poem
Clouded glass prevented
The driver from reaching her
Destination. Sunken eyelids,
Furrowed forehead,
Contributed to the already
Wearied woman's unseemly appearance.
Yet she dreaded that most of all.
Then as fast as a fish flitting
Out of the water and in,
She realized how wrong they'd
Been all along. These freeloading
Hitchhikers were simply baggage
In her already jam-packed car.
Furthermore, they
Didn't deserve to see that side
Of her, or any, for that matter.
Copyright © Mary-Catherine S. | Year Posted 2014
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