Crystol Woods Poet Other

Marionette

Marionette

Never locked
The door is open
pet me, untangle me
Twistin’ and gropin’
Positioned, the curtains rise
Pull I stand, proud
Push I sit, shy
Tug here…  My hands raise
You open my mouth to praise
Jiggle that string
I walk away
Stop and still, and I stay
Manipulation
Control
Inside
Hollow
Eyes don't see
Ears don't hear
Close the curtain
I'm not here

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David Crandall April 13, 2024 at 4:43 PM Crystal, that's an interesting idea, and worded so well. I think of it as about a human that's like a puppet, rather than vice-versa, and the last 6 lines are kind of chilling.

David Fisher April 10, 2024 at 5:41 PM This is a fun and serious look from a unique point of view. You show that it's not always pleasant to have your strings pulled; I wonder if a puppet ever knows? Crystol Woods April 11, 2024 at 1:52 AM Sweet! You got it in one. Appreciate the feedback! I'll stop in and return the favor soon. Best, Crystol