Molestation of a Marionette

a poem about and obsessive, that takes it's toll on the souls of a marionette and its Creator.

Marionette with chipped, cheek
and hollow bone, how lone you be
within the grasp of sinew and bone.
Yet, the moon so dark dances by in blue eyes.

So, I’ll take them.
Gouge them, and ….
make you see only me.
For your mind
your bode, and voice
are mine.
But, darling,
what of the moonlight
which dances so wonderfully
on porcelain skin.

Marionette with chipped, cheek
and hollow bone, how lone you be
within my sinew and bone.
your skin like moonlight,
Be ethereal.

And so I tear away,
paper shredding heard throughout navy cellar
resonates within ears so large.
I’ll treasure the fine silk
of your bode.
Yet darling, your bones and teeth
like pearl and elephant tusk
hold the strength of the moon.

Marionette with chipped, cheek
and hollow bone, how lone you be
within my sinew and bone.
your bones,
your Teeth,
bear the strength of the moon.

Suddenly, Light Dances,
and The sickle falls imperiously
within this dark space.
CRACK….AH"sigh
how beautiful your
teeth will become beautiful cuff links,
and your Bones

most marvelous eating utensils.
Still, there remains just one thing left…

Your heart…. How I’ve longed for it.

Darling where is your heart?
that ruby’d gem?

~ slowly ever so gently the Man, with spider leg thin fingers played. Dancing fingers on and about the remains of the little marionette’s hair. How fair they be colored chestnut and wheat. How he forgot, the preciousness of it. They captured the softness of the moon. The marionette’s hair would make such a fine blanket. Soft like silk and thick like a quilt"AH, GOD… HAH, HAH, MMMM.

 Methodically he licked his lips with forked tongue, and continued looking at the empty space.

Darling where is your heart?
that Ruby’d gem?
and as bone white hands danced within the dark
the moon set.
the dream’s debt paid
in full with hollow’d lone
Marionette.

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

The first time I read it I didn't understand, after reading it a second time the imagery and description shone through. This is a soft and lovely poem :)

[songstress]

Really, you had to read it again, I'm so glad. See I was trying to model the format after allegory of the cave, because I love things that are not direct and make you ponder them. And seeing how, I may have confused you makes me feel happy that I'm not too far off. Thank You, receiving this review makes me feel a little bit more reassured in my new found interest in allegories and mysteries. Thank you.