The Tin Man's Prologue

The Tin Man's Prologue

A Poem by Doodley
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Reimaginings.

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If every journey has an ending,
And every story has a start,
Would thy thoughts remain unbending,
That the Tin Man once had a heart?

That he lived a life of leisure,
In the forests of Oz forevermore,
Where the chipmunks frolicked in pleasure,
Upon evergreen seas of wood lawn floor.

Where the canopies teemed with birdsong,
And cicadas serenaded the night,
And the Lunar Queen on velvet throne,
Bathed the land in pearly light.

Tangerine beams of Sun's contentment,
Polished his soul to silver sheen,
And the mist of disenchantment,
In his life, was nowhere to be seen.

And he reveled in joyous solitude,
In his home deep in the woods,
Where his apple orchard gave gratitude,
With unending ripened goods.

Then one glorious tranquil morn,
In the depths of florescent Spring,
Was his covert nurturing faith reborn,
When he heard the voice of an Angel sing.

For there beneath an apple tree,
Stood an emblem of Love divine,
Such a beauteous Nymph as there could be
Caressing the fruits upon its vine.

With cascading falls of golden locks,
And eyes a misterium of onyx hue,
She sang and whirled to emerging flocks,
That flew down to rest from the azure blue.

In the silent whoosh of Cupid's rush,
There amidst the scores of Turtle Dove,
Their gaze did meet through crimson blush,
And they fell to depths of torrid Love.

And there amongst the swelling throng,
They twirled together entwined as one,
As Nature's bards took up the song,
And the Lunar Queen embraced her Sun.

As daylight wilted to twilight gloam,
And starlight shyly twinkled through,
He guided her to his simple home,
Where Life and Love was born anew.

Through the fertility of the Springtime,
And all through the Summer's swell,
Did their heart's converse in Love's rhyme,
In wondrous bliss did they both dwell.

But when Old Man Autumn in rustic fawn,
Encroached the serenity of this place,
Had the creeping tendrils of restless dawn,
Shone ill light upon their Love's solace.

For the Wood Nymph had ambition,
She was no patient Eremite,
And she rebelled in true sedition,
Lured by the Emerald City's bright.

One night under veiled star-fall,
While in dreaming did the Tin Man lay,
The Wood Nymph packed her belongings all,
And stole his radiant heart away.

And when he awoke to sunlight stream,
That shimmered his glossy face,
His world collapsed to nightmare dream,
She had disappeared without a trace.

He trawled through the woods in panic,
Let loose cries and desperate pleas,
That reverberated fleetingly manic,
On the gossiping Autumn breeze.

When his calls echoed in silence,
And stirred no sleeping ghost,
He lapsed into despairing violence,
For loss of things he loved the most.

He wailed in tormented grieving,
Like a baying Hound of Hell,
And struck his chest a-heaving,
His now heartless empty shell.

Then his trusty axe he took to hand,
And Cut! And Chopped! And Sliced!,
Decimating his orchard from the land,
In a whirlwind of rage and vice!

When his madness had abated,
He stood alone under gleaming sky,
As sorrow's waves invaded,
On the breath of his longing sigh.

With his soul now torn asunder,
And with his hope ground into dust,
He hearkened to the distant thunder,
Then cried himself to rust.

All the forest joined to mourn him,
Shed their leaves in solemn prayer,
As the Solar King dialed down to dim,
In respect for the Life lost there.

And the passing days did wither,
Under first frost of Winter's kiss,
Delayed by the Ice Queen's dither,
In her fear of discourteous remiss.

And the Tin Man remained there frozen,
Through all time and Love's decay,
'Till a young girl and Scarecrow chosen,
Walked the Yellow Brick Road his way.


© 2017 Doodley



Author's Note

Doodley
A narrative reimagining. A mixture of Ballad and Epic.

Written with Acknowledgement and respect to L. Frank Baum.

Any comments appreciated. And respect and gratitude to those who endure its length.

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mou
Doodley..though I said it before but again I need to mention that when I'm going to read your works, I usually keep a good time in hand..not because of length or something else but the beauty of your write demands an extra care..don't concern about others but at least for a slight poets like me..Here I find all tone of sadness, remorse, breakdown, love, hope, faith everything..and it needs a very clear eye on each words..so alluring that words are not enough..thanks for sharing with us
mou.

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Fabulous, a true epic of a poem. Great narrative. Must have taken you ages to compose. I so love the Wizard of Oz and now I know how the Tin Man came to be. Imaginative with some really nice touches thrown in for added measure. Then cried himself to rust, I liked that so much. As sorrows waves invaded, so poetic. A really enjoyable read. Thank you Doodley.

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Doodley

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Christine. This one was written in three sittings for an idea t.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Well worth the time you gave it consideration. Novel idea.
What a wonderful ballad. You call it the Tin Man's Prologue. Ah, now I understand how the Tin Man came to be! That terrible thing called 'love' has got a lot to answer for!. But I am glad it wasn't the epilogue. Long may the Tin Man walk the Yellow Brick Road! really good idea for a poem! (Ps, I have finished my Can Mic Save The day story. I would really value your opinion)

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Doodley

2 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Great Aunt Astri. I appreciate the kind words and I will look i.. read more
I love the rhythm and flow you have presented with this very absorbing, creative write. You seem to have a natural talent for writing in this form and it is such a pleasure to read. As far as the tin man goes, of all the characters in the Wizard of Oz, I found him to be the most endearing and sad. To have had his heart stolen such a manner makes him appear all the more tragic. Very beautifully written with a bittersweet edge.

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Doodley

2 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Dara. Having come to poetry from a narrative story telling back.. read more
Oh this brought a smile to my face- just wonderful and what a work of art- even Tim can freeze under the potion of love- wonderful words and mystical truths- a wise heart feels in depth🌹

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Doodley

3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Thoughts In Time. I appreciate the kind words and your time for.. read more
Rose Petal🌹

3 Months Ago

Only my pleasure and worth every word- was wonderful took me right there with a smile🌹
Wow, there isn't enough that can be said about this piece. The skill displayed here is tremendous! You treated the subject with such care and precision... not a word was wasted! Haven't added to my library in quite some time. Standing O!

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Doodley

3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Travis. I appreciate your kind thoughts and for enduring this l.. read more
Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)

3 Months Ago

The length only added to the overall depth... It pulls the reader in and doesn't let go. An example .. read more
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mou
Doodley..though I said it before but again I need to mention that when I'm going to read your works, I usually keep a good time in hand..not because of length or something else but the beauty of your write demands an extra care..don't concern about others but at least for a slight poets like me..Here I find all tone of sadness, remorse, breakdown, love, hope, faith everything..and it needs a very clear eye on each words..so alluring that words are not enough..thanks for sharing with us
mou.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Mou. I appreciate you taking the time to read this lengthy poem.. read more
Loved reading this, although slightly ashamed to say I literally didn't get the reference until the last stanza, maybe i am not committed enough to our fairytale masterpieces. Although great admiration for the beautiful rhythm and unforced rhyme throughout this. Particularly thought the colour descriptions created idyllic imagery, and really cool change of tone midway through, it altered the rhythm and pace of my reading too which definitely created the desperate feeling. My favourite bit for sure was:
When his calls echoed in silence,
And stirred no sleeping ghost,
He lapsed into despairing violence,
For loss of things he loved the most.
Well done and I love your retelling of story/myth style.


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Doodley

4 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Emma. No shame in not understanding the reference immediately. .. read more
A most apt poetic prologue more than worthy of the telling.
Cannot be considered anything but a masterful creation.
Exceptional, Mr. D!

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Doodley

5 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Lone Rager. I appreciate the extremely kind words. Welcome to m.. read more
I have walked in the forest green where the moss lay undisturbed as the birds flew above like angels on a mission. I have felt the pain of lost love and journeyed on...'. Your poetry has found me and I am content. truly, Pat

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Doodley

5 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Pat. I appreciate the kind words and much gratitude to you for .. read more
Patricia Wedel

5 Months Ago

You are most welcome and Happy New Year to you...

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