Rapunzel

Through barred gate
past angry dogs and wet dreams
through lecherous forests
and the need for affirmation
I stumbled to the tower.

My broken leg
hanging at a desperate angle
taking necessary steps
lugging heavy fantasies
I reached her level.

Forgetting to knock
failing to catch my breath
as it howled in castigation
I broke down and shut the door
checking for wise women.

Sighing heavily
at my monotonous predictability
she unrolled her plaited hair
and shot me a bored smile.
She knew the ropes.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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