Marionette
She sits in silence upon the bed,
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Her gossamer chords, silvery and fair,
float gently through the winter's evening air.
Slowly, his music fills her hollow form
as she waits for him to strum her gossamer chords.
A dancing silhouette, bending to his will--
spiraling, swirling, or capriciously still.
His fingers dance across those gossamer strings
as she silently floats across the floor.
Tirelessly she performs the night through,
never once missing her cue.
As his haunting music begins to fade,
and he slowly turns away,
she slumps back against the bed--
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Alesia Leach © 2/2015
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