Puppet Dance
Puppet toy,
boy embodied on a string.
Almost human, his hop and dance.
Mimicked madness as
the lights dim and the strings
fall off.
Such a pale and wan display,
a wordless apparition
as he runs wild off the stage.
It’s a swarm in a storm.
Written for Twiglet #237 ‘Wooden Puppet’. Photo by Jose Francisco Morales on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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8 responses to “for Twiglet #237”
Wonderful Twigger, Misk!
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Many thanks, Ron.
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Love the poem. Spooky looking puppet though!🙂
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I am not a fan of puppets. Creepy little beasties.
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There is a name for it I think! Stringphobia? …or in Emu’s case, handupbottomphobia?
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LOL! It’s pupaphobia. What a ridiculous word. Sound like fear of puppies.
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Or fear of pupae or pupils! 🤣🤣
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(snort). I’ll go with the pupae.
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