The Satanic Marionette Doll

Sometimes it's just hard being the person the people around you made every effort for you NOT to be...

When I was born, I was put on a stage.
The audience gave me a name and gave me an age.
When I was presented to them I had a glow.
It was time for sweet baby to put on a show.

The director told me what was expected of me.
Then she gave me a smile with her cunning white teeth.
“You will perform forever!” she said. “Regardless of age!”
Next she pulled up my strings and pushed me on stage.

The crowd was raucous and filled with hype.

But a crowd like this only has one preferred type.
They want a Christian girl with a bright smile.
But instead they got a witch in distress and denial.

The director got me started by pulling my strings.

I learned movements, lines, all kinds of things.
The performance was spectacular; the crowd was filled with delight.

All had solace; all was perfect until she cut my strings that night.

When my next show started, my tune had changed.
My tune was wretched, grotesque and even deranged.
The crowd was shocked, and even appalled.
The curtains were slammed shut as my name was called.

“You slandered my name, today was the day we finally sold out!”
All she did for the rest of the night was scream and shout.
She tried to change my identity, she cut my hair.
For the rest of that dark night I hid, I was scared.

I woke up in the morning and hesitantly crawled out.
The crowd was gone and my secret got out.
“That sweet little marionette snapped and changed.”
“Whoever owned that doll should be deeply ashamed.”

My director heard these things and became an invert.
Her new friends were food and all sorts of deserts.
When my director turned on me, it was no walk in the park.
My soul went black and my aura went dark.

My hair was brown, but I dyed it black.
I grew my bangs long and my hair down my back.
I sealed my lips shut, I tightened my demeanor.
“Have you seen that dark doll?” “You mean Angie? I've seen her.”

My director disowned me, my audience left me all alone.
I wandered the streets, in the cold and in the heat, they were my home.
A few years later, I saw a board, and I was really appalled.
In big marquee letters, someone published my play and titled “The Satanic Marionette Doll”

Author's Note

Is the story-line and conflict easily comprehended?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Fascinating reading, feasibly grotesque tragedy. The last two lines equal a perverted irony.

Your meter is almost * perfect, adding dialogue gives life and story value, the language romps but doesn't rush. Unique though laid very cleverly.

(* Might turn that final stanza into two, the meter jumps, the lines lengthen. Perhaps add fifith lines to three or four other verses?)

[Harlotte Crow]

That's an interesting thought. I have another piece to fix up and I'll work on this one along with it. I'll see how I can fix it up. Thank you so much!

[Joshua Kyle]

Awesome! I loved it! I enjoyed the progression of your lines,your rhymes were also well done. Keep up the good work! I cant wait to see more of your stuff. :) What inspired this idea? Marionette dolls are so creepy.

[Harlotte Crow]

Well puppets are a lot more flexible when "playing" their character but if you look at a Marionette Doll they seem a little... uncomfortable and stiff even when they're in motion. Puppets also seem alive when in motion but the doll moves like a corpse on strings, dead even. Another thing is a puppet is easy to control but to control a doll takes a little more skill, since you have to control almost everything manually. A Marionette Doll also seems a bit more human, and it was an art to create them. They could also be seen as more anthropomorphic than a puppet would, you could see the whole doll and its human detail, and could be led to the idea that it had human feelings. The poem was based on personal experience and kind of a foreseeable future. It's the scenario of putting on an act to satisfy the public, but down inside you're someone else. I have other poems posted that sort of back up that statement a bit ^-^" But I used the performance idea instead of your every day "soul locked up somewhere" idea.