Rather like a child sitting on the river bank
Watching the ripples form,
That girl who threw a fistful of square white stones
Every morning early
To read the I Ching before her aunt awoke,
Demanding toast with honey;
When did she last throw that handful of old stones,
And what pattern did they make where they fell
On the threadbare carpet in her small bedroom?
It seems she abruptly ceased to socialize,
Keeping the one door locked - pulling down the blinds -
Living off junk food delivered after dark
By a strange stooped man with a limp and a single eye,
A sort of Rumplestiltskin lookalike
Who spied for her aunt while serving up the pies.
The aunt, some say, eats little girls and boys,
That`s why Rapunzel had bolted all the doors.
It is said each night she let her hair hang down
In golden shreds out of her first floor window
To be climbed by a lover smart enough for the task.
A teen aged princeling? - A film star in pink trousers? -
A roofer light on his feet?
But I treat these tales as hearsay, ridiculous tittle - tattle,
Fake news that has tumbled twice around the stars
Before burning up attempting a clean reentry.
What`s certain is that she has had a baby,
A big plump boy with lots of golden curls;
Single mums are not uncommon in her family. -
And now I hear she may have fled the tower
And run off to the city in a taxi,
To an undisclosed address - somewhere in Hackney,
Or maybe Kensal Rise - or Manor Park.
What`s certain is she`s not been seen for weeks
Taking the air at her turret window.
Also her aunt has shut her pastry shop,
Now gingerbread cant be bought for love or money.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
23rd. - 24th. - 26th. - 27th. - 30th. December 2021.- May 28th. 2022.
28th. December 22nd. 2022. - February 27th. 2023.
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