Rapunzel

evening stars
insist I venture to grace them

though shackles restrain and humiliate
heaven still persists

desiring the romance of the Earth
under my bare feet

I would rather topple onto gravel
little pebbles imprinting memories
of the plunge
dirt weaved throughout my hair
crying out in anguish

but then
he avenged me
depleting the youth
snipping the dead ends.

My name is...

Inspired by  Sandra Cisnero's, "My Name" from the House on Mango Street

My name is the color aquamarine. It's a greenish- blue shimmering as the sun sets. Sparkles twinkling and running around the water, playing a game of tag with the disappearing light.

My name fills my nose with salt water, causing me to gag, feeling an extra layer of suffocation. Sometimes it leaves a trail of dry down my throat, sometimes it takes a while to return to normal.

My name belongs to a mermaid, somewhere, whose lost the love she had for the water. She doesn’t really know her name that much anymore.

My name is three syllables, and moves like a wave on your tongue. Mer – eeeeee- na. The last bit landing gently onto the shore, pouring out the ocean, leaving the bubbling foam, and pulling back in whatever remains. 

My name is strong. It never stops moving. Sometimes it’s stronger than on most days. Sometimes its ready to let go.


What is your name?