A Longing for Scissors
A world of hair, spooling out tower
windows, worming down cobblestones,
twining the ivy. A net,
a web, a nest of hair.
I am drowned by hair,
strangled, choked by
hair, gold strands
coiled like
snakes.
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Author's Note: In case it's not obvious, this poem is in response to the Rapunzel fairytale.
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Over the Hill and through the Woods (Attys)
Poetry"Over the Hill and through the Woods" is a collection of poems inspired by fairy tales and folk lore. It will also be home to the poems I intend to submit to the Attys. Cover art is by Ivan Bilibin (edited to suit my needs) and is in the public do...
