I’m an old marionette,
Constructed of the flimsiest lime wood,
I was discarded from the pier of life,
Left in the mud,
Sinking slowly but surely,
A small parody of a clown,
A joke in truth,
Closer than I’d like to admit,
Faded paintwork,
No longer any particular shade,
Tattered strings made of hazy twine,
A control bar rusted by seawater,
I fear my puppeteer went astray,
Never been to an opera,
A puppet without a show,
Now the renaissance is over,
The dark comes,
I saw the sun exit stage right,
This peat will consume,
My little wooden heart.
Wonderful artistry, lyrical. A lovely read. I thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you!💖
Thank you so much as always my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
My pleasure😊
This sings! I love it! ☺️
Thank you so much! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
It’s beautiful and flows so naturally. I likey!
Thank you so much. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
You are amazing!
This was so deep. I loved it.
And I absolutely loved the ending.💛
I’m not amazing my friend. I’m so glad that you took something from this piece though.
The Oldschool Harlequin