30 January 2024
This was a lot of fun! I struggle with coming up with outlines for my stories, and particularly putting said outlines to paper. I’m not sure why; it just seems boring to me, I guess? So I had a thought. What if I made it a more creative project? So I started writing my outline as a poem. It’s not a particularly amazing poem, but it is fun to write, and has helped me decide how the story goes. I have two other Rapunzel poems continuing where this one left off as of this writing (April 24). I really enjoyed the formatting to convey the different POVs, though I’m not sure how will the second poem will translate.
Come one, come all,
And see the blessed babe
Aurora, our light,
Our hope and delight.
Fae gifts touch her
Good health, and grace, and more
What cost have these?
‘Tis secret, hidden so none may see
But one, late come
Maleficent, queen
Fae’s foe, pronounced the woe
Gifted the sweetling child
For Gothel, nightmare again
Traumas cloud all thought
The child she takes
Spirited away from the kinslayer’s grasp
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down crimson hair
Cooped in the Tower, trapped not with bands
But fear of what lays beyond
Fear begets fear, and so she stays
Cautious, quiet, mostly content
Only wandering through paints and in dreams
“Tis glorious adventure seek we this day!
Is it not so, dear Phillip?
Perhaps more grueling than glorious,
But so it is. What mischief make we today?
Why, two fairies over yon,
Would make quite the excellent catch
And with debts to claim
Perhaps a princess, my sister, at last
Through forest and fog
Evading the kidnapper most foul
To a grand Tower’s base
And yet, where lies the door leading in?
Eh? People? Outside?
And worse, family, to boot
What can be done? What should be done?
Can hiding avail me aught?
No, still here, still striving
Why seek they one such as I?
My doom is near, already at the doorstep
Yet still… To speak for a bit should suffice?
She is not who I’d dreamed
This sister of mine
All the adventures I’d yearned, and more,
All shadows and reflections and gone
Too timid by half, and no thanks
Still, her choices are hers, not mine
If here she will stay, ne’er to travel,
I’ll visit so often, at the least
What is this scent?
A human, a boy
Intruders in my abode?
A thief in the night
Or that woman’s spy
He’ll not take her from me!
Spare him his life
But instead, steal his sight
See, child, the mercies I show?
Rage
Despair
The only kin I’ve known
Mercy? What mercy?
I was never yours
Though ne’er I planned to leave
Then as you took, take I in turn
Your sight I’ll trade for his
And if you think I’m yours to keep,
Perhaps it best I leave you
My home…
What have I done?
That… who was that?
Not the Rapunzel I raised
The power, the fury, the magic within…
Like her. It was her, again.
Maleficent.
Blind
Lost
Confused
Whate’er did I do wrong?
A touch of fingers
A gift of sight
But no less lost than before