Rapunzel retired

She scrambles through the memory door,

with care for the height ascending

heavenwards through the Majorelle sky,

to sit, watching from her balcony,

from her sun-dazzled rooftop seat.

A spectator of unfolding beach drama,

and the tides that turn on loving couples,

with swift momentum on the old.

Hair chopped, scrolled, bleached white

her Rapunzel days are over,

no handsome prince will rise to rescue

his dragon heart fell cold.

This post is for  http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/03/25/bastets-pixelventures-march-25-2014/ challenge this week which is UP.