Pinocchio Made

They don't know the time that had past
the many months she sat at the table made of stone
thumbing through the remains of his caucus
searching for the missing pieces of his puzzle
his blood dark like black liquorish
thick as burnt oil consumed by thirst
saturated into his broken bones of dust
soiled trust of his fragmented heart

and she weaved.... she weaved

days spun into nights and nights into weeks
weeks transcended into months
and the months seemed like centuries
as she mended his sole from dissolution
taking stardust from the tip of Venus's gown
restoring his belief in the Gods and the Goddesses
misplaced trust now replaced by guided faith
apparent by the lighthouse on top of the hill
that shinned brightly through her window
giving her illumination to continue working
her thin hands worked like a surgeon
set on giving life over taking it away
healed broken bones and torn flesh
mended them with her own love, grit and sweat
tears shared by both under her blooded finger tips
devotion is born from things like this

when the sun rose on the last day of the 11th month
she had finished and admired her new creation
her soft kisses that she placed upon his ameliorated flesh
polished him to her own perfection

her doll to cherish
a Pinocchio of sorts
it's her fingers that now
play melodies with his strings of love
 

Reviews

[Kyla H]

Every line fit together perfectly, I love your imagery as well. Always been a big fan of your writing, continue on.(:

[light and ashes]

Beautiful poem of a woman who mends a broken man with her own love,understanding,and determination and in result he is so grateful to her that he is willing to do anything for her therefore he becomes her happy and willing servant. This poem has a very different feel to it then what I am used to from you but that is probably because I haven't read anything from you in a very long time. Hope all is well with you :]

[Lily Mae]

This is perfection.. xo

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the puppet master and her creation given a whole new lease of life..this was stunning my friend..really emotive feel drawing you into this world..how easy to fall under the binding love that plays with emotions ..

[J Todd Underhill]

Nice a true love that can be manipulated and controlled and made to obey eyery command. You have to love that, who needs free will?

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

nicely done...

It was wonderful to read this piece, you write amazing.it was very missed!. I'm glad the doll is cherished... it's been waiting a long time.... :-)

[Liza]

welcome back - you've been missed, glad you're inspired again - i'm noticing the patterns, women are depicted with her own power or with borrowed power in your pieces - either extreme i enjoy -