Patience (A New Kind of Repunzel)

by BriannaNyx

Published October 27, 2015

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A different girl -- a spiderous girl
With six eyes of her own
Waits in her bedroom, alone

All the while, she sits and smiles
And dreams a dream
Of a happier scheme

An odd girl -- a hopeful girl
Watches a small butterfly
Carefully flutter by.

"Patience is a wonderful thing,"
She says, "But I'd rather be
Happy," she'll climb her tree
And itsy, bitsy spider is free.

She safely makes it down,
From window to ground,
Without making a sound.

Where would you go,
If you were the girl
With the window,
The patience,
And a tree?

-Nyx

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felistia
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felistia wrote a review Review · Oct 27, 2015

Hi Felistia here with a review.
Wow, what an interesting poem. I have so many questions about it, does the girl really have six eyes and if so why? Why is she escaping? I feel like this is a set up for a book almost the way you have written it. You have left me with a lot of questions unanswered and a deeply intrigued. I hope you are going to write more about it.
It is a very clever twist on Rapunzel, though there was a bit of the Little Miss Muffet rhyme in there to that I picked up on.

The only problem I have with it is line where she speaks. It is a little confusing in the way that you have written it.
("Patience is a wonderful thing,"
She says, "But I'd rather be
Happy," she'll climb her tree
And itsy, bitsy spider is free.)

I don't know how you would do it but the
(she'll climb her tree
And itsy, bitsy spider is free) is confusing to read in the way you wrote it.

Other than that it is a very unusual poem and I like it. I look forward to seeing more of your work.

Thank you for the review! And yes I do plan on writing more for this.

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HostofHorus
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HostofHorus wrote a review Review · Oct 27, 2015

Hey there Nyx!

I liked your idea regarding patience. I really enjoyed the last stanza. I love when poems have a question in them. It really makes the reader internalize the work more and the way you leave us with a girl on the ground and the world laid out in front of her is beautiful. So kudos there as well.

Truth be told, if this had to stand by itself, I think it would be alright. That said, I do think some editing could be done to make it a bit stronger. I felt like there could have been more to it. I'm usually a huge fan of brief poetry but something about this one, perhaps the fact that it reads so much like a story, made me struggle with the brevity. I don't think a few more stanzas would hurt.

What exactly is it that she is being forced to be patient for? -- And why does she need to sneak out of her room as a result? What is it about getting out of her room that makes her happy? Maybe textual allusions to Rapunzel, the title says she plays a role but when I read the poem I see that role as very minimal. Maybe she could have a larger presence? I'd love to know a little bit more about the girl I guess. It would allow us to connect more to her and maybe compare where we might go with the places she might go. There's a chance for more depth here. Don't be afraid to take advantage.

Hope this helps. I enjoyed it!

-H.o.H.

P.S. Also, I see you're new to YWS! Welcome, hope you enjoy it. I haven't taken advantage of it nearly as much as I could over the years but there are some great people here. If you ever have any questions, I'd be happy to help you out or point you in the right direction!

Thank you so much for this reply! Currently this is the only version of the beginning of this series that I have because it is for a poetic devices project for my English class and I wasn't allowed to exceed the number of lines I had written. I do, however, plan on extending this version and adding more background to it. Thanks again!

Ah! I understand :) Poetry classes can be tough sometimes with some of the constraints they have you work with. Hope some of my comments were worthwhile though!



If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind