A Puppet On a String
The bright lights come on the curtain is set
A clattering of wooden heads survey
Puppeteering all those nodding dolls
Tied to heads and woken up by strings
A song a dance to a rhythmless beat
The puppets now on their wobbly feet
My favourite marionette comes down
To do his act and slay, the mighty king
rescues his queen from a bunch of bandits
With swords they draw a fight in play
Enchanted now all eyes glued the story
unfolds, our fingers chewed.
Alas! puppeteering is going extinct
Too hard to survive in this modern world
‘A puppet now dangling from a string.’
27.2.2021
Vanishing.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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