Howz your rapunzel? - RAVIN'S INK PROMPT- Oct 2- From India, TN

Ravink's ink prompt- hair. This is prose poem. It doesn't rhyme, but still a story of tangled mine. 😅

The dark sky

emerges over the head.

The dazzlment gets

quizzes mom’s or dad’s.

Then comes the full shave,

an auspicious occation

crafelly embrace by

mother’s brother

for turning one.

Then the dark sky peeps out,

straight like prick,

grows into small coconut tree,

at mid dark sky.

Days rolls, on school days

the dark sky plaits into

two folds with strings

of butterfly bow.

Time flies,

Once folded dark sky flies too

finding a freedom of

shining ponytail

trailing in the air and

seen many.

Then the right time comes,

the dark sky was taken care

to get a pair.

The dark sky shines

with twist and turns

stary flowers around

that adorns many times.

You and me know

time don’t stay still

the dark sky rounds

into neat bun

looking after

the newly form

little sky shines.

Just gone with flow and again,

to make the giggles louder,

another munchkin comes

into space to turning

round into messy bun.

Now, the dark sky fading

filling with grey pepper

and sprinkles of salt

wraps all by

a single bobby pin

but also holds

the son’s paintbrush

and three counts of

the daughter’s crayons.

Author's Note

Rapunzel hair losses magic when cut off but the purity of innocence that dwells in her heart is the magic she beholds.
In India, Tamilnadu... Head full shave to remove birth hair is compulsory and traditional occasion followed from ancient times. It must done along with mother's brother (uncle-muraimamma). The baby must be seated on uncle's lap to get head full shave of birth hair.