Marionette



 
 
 Marionette,
 Strings cut,
 Slumped in solitude.
 No movement for thee:
 You wait;
 You think;
 You hope;
 For a guiding hand.
 Mistral wind stirs
 Tangled supports,
 And Pierrot tear
 Traces down
 Porcelain face.
 So lonely,
 Lost in a human world.
 Perhaps,
 If you pray
 To that puppeteer
 In the sky
 A guiding hand
 Will steady you.
 Then again,
 Perhaps not!

 
 (Image courtesy kayooty on deviantart.com)

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Marionette

  1. I like Mistral wind best–and since we’ve got a major gray bluster goin’ on here, I may just stay in all day. Oh, by the by, I’ve got your raven poem done–it will post in a few days.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s