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Tonight, tonight, my plans I make:
to spin real hair
from all this useless strawman’s gold,
to hold
…………(perhaps)
a child of my own
instead of stealing someone
else’s. To call myself
a man, a sham, a king, a liar.
To plant my feet firm
into this earth, and split the sky.
To dance and wish around this fire
and quietly chant my name
until there’s nothing left but my
rumpled,
still
skin.
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A fractured fairy tale for Sherry over at real toads. Come play!
Get the real story here.
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And this is a common theme for me, should you choose to peruse:
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2016/04/18/fractured-fairy-tale-2/
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2016/04/21/rapunzels-hairdresser/
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2014/08/07/rapunzel/
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2017/01/18/befriending-the-dragon/
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2017/02/15/princess-waiting/
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2014/11/02/how-not-to-get-back-together-with-the-princess/
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“rumpled,
still
skin.” – Amazing.
Thanks so much, q!
This is wonderful and I, too, was so taken with the “rumpled, / still / skin.” I love it, De.
Thanks, Sherry. I loved this prompt.
I can’t wait to reread all of those tomorrow.
This one makes me think of splitting a church, whether anyone follows or not — your new groove will be rump-led (i.e., “Rump Shaker”) … So obviously I’m down. I would so big-time leave my church to go to yours. 🙂 You would be the best minister/church planter EVER!!!
Awww. You’re sweet. But I can only handle a few people at a time. 😉
Small-group, then. 🙂
Hair-weavalicious!
Thanks, Ron.
This is gorgeous! ❤ Especially love; “and quietly chant my name until there’s nothing left but my rumpled, still skin.” 😊
Thanks, Sanaa. 🙂
And this is the danger of over-using medications for ED. A sad cautionary tale. 😉
LOL!
This comment just ’bout made me spit out my coffee. Not the intended use of “skin,” but a hilarious read! 😉
great take on an old favourite.
Thank you, Kerry. 🙂
Rumpled…still…skin. I don’t know why but this reminds me of the foreskin after the moehl has done his job. A fun retelling of the old tale with a hint of dark thrown in.
…and there it is again. Ha. Whelp, not necessarily the intended visual I was going for, but a vivid one, apparently.
So even Rumpelstiltskin, wished for kin he couldn’t have… love that clever closing.
Ooo. Fun rhyme there, Sir.
Ah, the ending is delectable indeed: “and quietly chant my name/until there’s nothing left but my
rumpled,/still/skin.” It made me think of the common experience of repeating one’s name until it becomes something alien, apart from the body, distinct from the skin and the self.
YES. Thank you! That is much more what I was going for here. 😉
Cleverly done
Your made me smile and laugh and I thoroughly enjoyed it, De! I love the play on the name in the wonderful lines:
‘To dance and wish around this fire
and quietly chant my name
until there’s nothing left but my
rumpled,
still
skin’.
Brilliant ending on this remake, De.
Brilliant. Just, brilliant.