The Subject Was Roses

In Liz Lochhead's "Three Twists," on the other hand, Rapunzel discovers there are worse things than solitude—like a prince who hasn't got a clue about what she really needs:

...and just when our maiden had got good and used to her isolation stopped daily expecting to be rescued, had come almost to love her tower, along comes This Prince with absolutely all the wrong answers

The prince in Sara Henderson Hay's "Rapunzel” is all too skilled at the language of love:

Oh God, let me forget the things he said.

Let me not lie another night awake Repeating all the promises he made....

I knew I was not the first to twist Her heartstrings to a rope for him to climb.

I might have known I would not be the last.