Pinocchio the Untold Story
He carried the old man into the woods
to watch the body slowly decay.
The sun, wind and rain
prepared Geppetto's corpse
until it was fit to be new growth
for the soil
Pinocchio watched patiently,
the trees did not mourn, and the puppet could not.
He had seen children cry and wondered why?
A time came when he simply had to be still;
to feel what the trees felt.
Eventually he himself turned tree-ish.
Decades pasts,
a woodsman chopped him down,
for he was much taken by its human form –
a quirk of growth no doubt.
He thought to himself:
I could make a doll for my daughter
out of this four limbed
stump of a thing.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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