Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair.


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On the loftiest tower above us all
Spinning her silk, is a youthful rhyme
Her cascading hair held up aloft
by anguished hands running against Time
As yet another sun merges with the sand
She weeps into the dusky orange glow
A wraith, wiping her tears on a wisp of cloud
Will these red rivers ever cease their flow?

The ocean has receded into the blue,
She still waits here looking out for you
to welcome a warrior, from across the sea
Her tresses spread, a shadow over the trees
Come, for the choked fishes no longer swim
Come, for the birds have lost their wings
Pastel green trees have turned gnarled and brown,
Smiling faces are few, far more are the frowns.

Black bullets glitter, embedded on nursery walls,
black waters hover over the milky waterfalls
The season of spring has gone far away,
Flames now scorch, for love has turned grey.
Every gate shut, every door locked
but a small window of hope could never be blocked
Come’ O’ Prince! She will throw her plait
Blackened by grime since that fairy tale,
mothers used to read aloud
Little angels used to dream about
The golden waves that will kiss your core
But before that prize, still remain some chores.

If you can stop the storms swirling around,
If you can build a bridge over the troubled ground
if you can shield the melting glaciers from the flames
If you can cover the desert with green grass again
If you can find a sparkle of love in the apathy around
Then ‘O’ Earth warrior,
here comes her gold falling onto your ground
For she is Earth- The princess of Life
Kiss her golden ropes and rescue that fairy rhyme,
the one called Rapunzel, once upon a time.
©Reena Prasad

(This poem has been published in the book “Once upon a time ” by Barry Mowles and Friends)

Playing with shadows


Playing with shadows

Her nightly rounds amidst sprinkled star-dust

A sweet sentry in the dark

Pouring her light on our shadows

and we claimed her for our own

by stamping her with our black seal.

She rested awhile from her constant vigil

and the world kept watch yesterday night

Relieved when she re-emerged fighting

Her fair face–luminous, unblemished.

Moonsong


Moon song

Softly, softly let me glide
over the streams of dreamy starlight.
A hushed whisper amidst the navy-blue
the tiny stars are fast asleep
under the fluff of tender clouds
said the moon to herself tonight.

Beautiful are the sleepy smiles
still twinkling with the sun’s borrowed flames
Let Mother Earth recline in floral vines
I will be her humble sentinel for tonight.
Look ! how lovely the riverside is!
The tree- arms spread to touch my shadow
The songbirds are cuddling in their nests
murmuring sweeter notes of lullabies tonight.

Tonight the sky beckons me to glow
to brighten the hearts of those in gloom
Some who cannot switch off harsh lights
Some who fear closing their eyes
For them I will burn tonight
all their worries in my pale bonfire
Gently melting away their frozen tears
blessing their spirits with cool moonlight.

If you be one amongst that lonely crowd
Come near the ledge, I will be waiting for you
To soothe the wrongs slashing at your heart
Bathing you in the balm of night’s heavenly love.
Let me share your troubles ,they will fade with me
A bright sun waits, heralding a future bright.

My flock,my folks


For the Prompt at Sunday scribblings “Flock”

I seem to be writing from the other side more now-a-days. Could  the animal in me be coming out?

My flock- my folks

Easy to care for, easier to eat
I am a farm pet ,they call us silly geese
I am free to peck at the grass, free to waggle my neck
The kind master ,he locks me in a box and takes all my eggs.
When the sky turns grey and the sun hides behind some fluff
I cackle and cackle with joy as I spot my mother above.

 

We were once together, flying over oceans at noon
We were once a single shape streaking the rising ,pale moon
Beloved of the skein, pampered under her wings
We flew over worlds in patterns, lines and rings.
A shot rang above the desert, and I fell on earth-unfurled
Broken wings and terror, shattered my buoyant world.

 

She looked back and called but I was too weak
The hunter was at large, the flock had to leave
Now she knows me not but my cackles never cease
When I spot my newest sibling, I can’t help but weep
What wouldn’t I give to leave this wretched, dry ground
to float above the pearly moon with my own flock around.?

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Uncrowned royals


For poetry potluck at Jingles

Uncrowned royals

They are the true monarchs
living the accustomed regal life
in the simian way
In the granitic grandeur of Ranthambore Fort
guardians of our past today.

They never steal the marbled tiles
nor gouge out and hoard the gold.
nor scratch futile love signs on imperial walls
unlike their pitiful human cousins.
Ample proof of royal blood.

They knew it all along
history turns the pages of time
yet another era will bite the dust.
Erasing war results of ignorant vermin,
enmities lie merged under Mother Earth.

Immortal they remain
Watching evolution from the tall trees
Our ancestors who never claim
their rights to the royal throne
yet they alone occupy it today.

My friend, the moon


 

Lying in repose, with sleep in sight
For dreams to come and lighten the night
I spot your bright face, hiding behind a cloud
Beaming at me, like a friend I know
What was said, I no longer can say
But left me with feelings all aglow.

 

Days when the heart is sore
A bitter word or look seals the door
I tell myself, be patient for night will bring
Your smiling face to peep through my door.
And all the poison turns into dessert
As I drink deep from your beautiful soul. 

In early morn, before truth awakens
There is an interlude for you to come
I throw open every window, for your glimpse
There you are! Waltzing with stars galore!
A few moments, we spend in silence
You, me, our reminiscences of yore.

©Reena Prasad 23rd Nov 2010

 

   

A Dear Friend /Purrspectives


 Today we sat in perfect peace,
I on my easy chair
He on the window sill
Looking out together into the wintery garden
over the pebbles, at the fallen leaves
the burst of marigold sunshine, the guava laden trees
He stares gravely as if contemplating, perfectly still.
I watch his handsome face, wondering what he sees

His eyes give nothing away,
He seems to be smelling the breeze
while watching a butterfly
floating over the lawns at ease
I turn my chair toward him, to secretly read his thoughts.
Cleverer , he turns away as if to foil my plot
Does he wonder about the sun as it plays hide and seek
or accepts it without doubt as part of nature’s decrees? 

Maybe he wonders if I am out of my mind
sitting indoors though the weather is fine.
He bears with my every flaw, ever benign.
never going far, though I am rude sometimes
Do I live with him or does he live with me
An austere face, that stately walk- no less than any prince
Dignified and calm, his feline charm,
always soothes my hurt

A twitch of his tail, his ears go up, he crouches down, alert! 

He sees a bird, I know
his inborn instincts keeping time
One of us is a poet-which one?
but together, our days do rhyme.

©Reena Prasad  22nd Nov 2o10
Published in ‘THE PURRFECT ANTHOLOGY ” By Lost Tower Publications On 14th Nov 2014 . LINK HERE

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