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.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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



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Now, we know.
Lovely and brilliant; an amazing creation!
Work to be relished, to be treasured.
Incredible, D!


Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

6 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Jimmy. Humbled by your praise for this write. Much gratitude to.. read more
Jimmy Yetts

6 Months Ago

To be honest, D. the poem was so absorbing I didn't even notice its length.
Again, great stuf.. read more
Wonderful! You are a true story-teller. Brings me to mind of another writer I use to follow here about 5 years ago, David Lewis Paget, a fellow Australian. Have you read his work? I hope you are published, you need to be.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

6 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Wendy. I appreciate the kind words. Yes, i am aware of the work.. read more
Simply - with utmost respect, this is a masterpiece. The language, the tale, the style, the start and finish and every word between.. magical!

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

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Emma. Humbled by your appraisal and kind words for this piece. .. read more
emmajoy

7 Months Ago

At times I can write for UK and win gold medals. Really enjoy lengthy piece sif good.. and yours wa.. read more
Doooooodley!! Ze revolution can not fail wiz such a master!! What a beautiful recount of life of the tin man before Dorothy. How you tell a tale with such beautiful, lyrical use of the language is a truly inspirational thing to the peasantry. Everything was so beautifully descriptive. "And the Lunar Queen on velvet throne, Bathed the land in pearly light." was just one of the lines that I swooned over. Doodley. Bravo. Long live the revolution!!

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Andronicus. A wonderfully kind review. The revolution raises it.. read more
Wow, this is epic.
Sometimes it's hard to be optimistic when you're going through the pain of discovery.
In the end, love conquers all.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Paul. I appreciate the insights and much gratitude to you for e.. read more
I fear visiting your works Doodley as your works are perfectly constructed and brilliant in all forms of expression.Shakespeare would not be happy if he were here today, you would steal his limelight!:)

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Andrew. I appreciate the time and praise, though i don't hold a.. read more
andrew mitchell

4 Months Ago

Flabbergasted! 5603 reviews!! I didnt think writerscafe had that many lol. That is a gold achievemen.. read more
I did enjoy this tale. You left the reader with something to think about.
"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."
I liked the above lines. Hopeful moments leading to a sad ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote


Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Coyote. I appreciate you taking the time to endure this lengthy.. read more
Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.
Marvelous ...... you have this magic
The tone of regret and remorse mixed in with the hope of love
that first kiss and touch bringing him to life
as one wonders is the tin man made of stone.... only he knows as he hallows words that echo within .... of everything he longed for and loved
he would see it for once through her eyes
that life he always wanted

I love your work
Write more
because i need more
and i am back lol

hopefully will write enough to get my book publisher back :)

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Lingering Soul. I appreciate the kind words and you taking the .. read more
Lingering Soul

7 Months Ago

lol
i know ..... i loved it
it wasnt lengthy
Enduring the length was no problem as I read through this piece. A real combination of excellent rhyming verse and content. I loved the axe temper and the mournful result. Great poem and really enjoyable. Rod.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Rod. I appreciate you taking the time to read this lengthy piec.. read more
This poem is deep and touching, and very creative! I love this re imagining of the Tin Man's lost heart. I wish I had a mind as poetic as yours. Very good job! The poem is solid all the way through.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Hannah. I appreciate your very kind words. Much gratitude to yo.. read more

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