Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Rapunzel

Bricks.
Stones.
One after another.
A brick, rough edged and dull.
A stone, smoothed by years of wind and rain.
Bricks.
Stones.
One after another.
She stacks them,
one by one.
Higher and higher she rises.
More bricks,
more stones,
into the air.
Higher, higher, above the trees.
And now she can see everything.
But her hair is too short
to let her climb back down.

5 comments:

Tirithien said...

*grabs a ladder* :-p

Well written, my kola.

naneth said...

Why do you want to climb back down?

martie said...

What do you see from way up there?

Bainwen Gilrana said...

Naneth: There's no TV up there and the hockey playoffs start in a month. There's no bathroom either.

Martie: Everything except hockey.

:-p

Sensual Demoness said...

This says a lot about how we create our own barriers. I like it. :)