String Dance

Part one of Marionetta's Dance.

Their eyes ...they shine
I spin and dance and sing
Their laughter carries to me
Where I dangle by my strings.

This stage is my world
It's all that exists
It's all that I want...
But this unease persists.

Flutterings of memories
Behind my painted eyes
Of dancing in a field
Under windswept skies.

Am I a girl, or doll of wood?
Would I move even if I could?
Would I leave this dance and run...
If I had the chance...if I had the chance?

 

His body above me,

We dance...we sing

By spell ensnared

While he pulls my strings

 

Something is wrong

With this glaring light

With the laughing crowd

With the dance tonight

 

I think...I feel...my flesh is warm

His spell is strong, but the crack is there

The strings they pull me

The eyes...they stare.

 

Am I a girl, or doll of wood?

Would I move even if I could?

Would I leave this dance

and run...if I had the chance...if I had the chance?

Author's Note

Marionetta's Dance is a work in progress, a story to be told in seven parts. My husband and I are working on a possible rock opera version.