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.
Lucid Gypsy 
oooh, chilling …
What a sad ending to a lovely poem. Maybe is reflecting on all the love she has known. 🙂
Hmm. All this because she cut off her hair or did she cut it off because his heart was cold, Love always starts hot. Sometimes someone is taken for granted. Lots of possibilities here. 🙂
Lovely! All the Rapunzels sooner or later retire I think, there does come a time when princes grow grey too…now, the tower here has changed, it’s time to enjoy the sun…and this is a beautiful place to do so. Thanks for participating in Pixelventres! Love the Fairy Tale quality of the poem.
All I can say is ‘Wow!” 😀
The disappointments in life can leave some feeling hopeless. Well written, Gilly.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Aaahh … and the thought of Rapunzel aging is personified.
Great write …
This hurts! Gilly.
That is a lovely photo and I really liked the poem. I don’t know your intent, but it sounds like her prince died, so she cut off her hair. That is sad. Great take on aging. Each time I read the poem, I like it more and more. Very nice 🙂
Omg this is gorgeous! My poem touches on aging, too, but this is so creatively imaginative! Greetings from Egypt!
At least she isn’t trapped in her tower. That should be some comfort…..I think. Great job Gilly.
Great writing, Gilly. I love the way your creative mind works. 🙂
Oh no, his heart went cold.