Marionette

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Tugged from the box where her wrappings protect her
Carefully placed on the stage
Strings on the joints that will make her an actor
Fit for the part she will play

It’s a clever surprise
It’s a perfect charade
Not a soul would suspect
All the nights she has cried
With this sturdy disguise
And a smile that won’t fade
She is dancing in time
But she’s empty inside

Held up by ribbons and strings to support her
Well rehearsed lines and replies
Looking so much like the girl they have ordered
But for those colorless eyes

It’s a masterful turn
It’s a desperate act
To protect what is left
Of a magical life
But she packs it away
When she exits the back
And the smiles are gone
When she’s down for the night

Little marionette, you don’t have to pretend
You were made without strings
You were born into tears
Little marionette, you have color and skin
You can mount up with wings
You are stronger than fear
Little marionette, let the audience wait
They can come back again
You don’t have to perform
Little marionette, it is never too late
If you really must dance
Would you dance in my arms?

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50 responses to “Marionette

  1. Aren’t we all a Marionette, “Not a soul would suspect
    All the nights she has cried
    With this sturdy disguise
    And a smile that won’t fade
    She is dancing in time
    But she’s empty inside” how true, sometimes…

  2. This poem moved me deeply, VW. On some level I can relate to it – maybe we all can. We forget sometimes that we’re autonomous, that we don’t have to “perform”. Your writing always goes straight to my heart, and this one especially!

  3. “Little marionette, you have color and skin
    You can mount up with wings
    You are stronger than fear”:

    Wonderful lines, well-placed in this poem that acts so effectively as metaphor for many of our “command” performances every day of our lives!

  4. I am absolutely speechless! How do you manage to conjure thoughts so brilliant? In this life, there are many marionettes dancing away even when there is no music. I just like the perspective of this piece so much that I think it is my favorite! Marvelous work, friend πŸ˜€

  5. How deliciously sweet
    my fine and wicked friend πŸ™‚

    This is one of my favourite
    poems so far, excellent work…

    Androgoth

  6. A grown-up Pinocchio’s love poem to
    his first flame? You really need to check
    out the SteamPunk band – Abney Park –
    This reminds me of a song they did about
    an anamatronic doll – don’t remember the
    name of it, just the band.

  7. “You don’t have to perform
    Little marionette, it is never too late
    If you really must dance
    Would you dance in my arms?”

    It’s never too late.

    A perfect ending.

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