I followed her down into the wood
My footsteps pained, careful, silent
Muffling a scream at the thorns that sprang up in her wake
I passed through sunlit corridors
Moss soft beneath my bleeding feet
Leaving stains of crimson
Until it grew so dark that the stars died in the leaves
The canopy so dense I didn't know the day.
I followed her into the clearing
To the tower.
Saw afternoon paint it gold and red and fairy tale perfect
As her voice broke through the still
Crying " Rapunzel."
I hid amongst the briars, waiting
A tangled fall of braided copper
Muttered ascent and murmured voices
Laughter through the wood
Echoing a falsity
So I followed her when she stepped out again
Tired and happy and hating herself
And watched the young man watch her
Biding his times
His prize ripe for betrayal
I followed her home
Palms sticky with sap, twigs in my hair
Heard her crying in the dark
Not understanding what she did and wishing she could care
Greeted by her cat and her garden
The cabbages that condemned her
The neighbors that tried her patience
Opened an old wound, poured on the salt
And for that, they will call her "witch."
A/N I've always been fascinated by fairy tales, and recently went on a binge where all i wrote were retellings, mostly in poems. Here is one of them. I'm not exactly thrilled with it myself, but take it as you will. Suggestions will be most appreciated.