The Marionette

August 6, 2012

A marionette puppet

Soulless doll eyes in a porcelain face

Framed with a blond halo of lushness

Stares blankly

Nodding up and down as Minuet in D plays

He said he knew what was best

The strings jerked once, twice

Pulled taut, and a little too hard

She knew better than to break the twine

So she danced, and she stumbled

She danced some more, and she fumbled

China shoes ever so nimble

Until the day she bit the bit

And stood straight

For the first time in all the years

And said,

“I take myself back”

Lying shattered on the cold tile floor

She whispered

“It was worth it”