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

[Chaselyn]

How haunting and resonant... This is brilliant in that on a superficial level it is disturbing and evokes a slew of emotions and disgust, yet when viewed on a deeper level it becomes more resounding as we realize that we all have the capacity to be this molester, we are so self interested and blind to this fact. Maybe some of us feel like marionettes.. are we single handedly trying to resist and villainize these molesters? Singlehandedly balance out the universe? Are we driven by anger... righteousness.. spirituality.. or are some humans lighter-souled than others? What a poem.

[songstress]

Again, THANK YOU. I'm sorry for the caps, but you really could not have said any better what my thoughts were. "we realize that we all have the capacity to be this molester, we are so self interested and blind to this fact." I really do enjoy your reviews. I wish I could say more, but I'm absolutely out of words to say right now.So, thank you for noting the truth here.

[Chaselyn]

There is nothing else that needs to be said... and thank YOU:)

[Arrinae]

I really like this piece. It is well written and I just love the story it tells!

[songstress]

thank you for reading and reviewing this piece. Your enjoyment of it has truly made my day. Thank you once again for being so kind.

[Tarella]

You have a really beautiful expression and imagination...good job..."Darling where is your heart?"

[songstress]

thank you for reading. And My How did you figure out that I lost it?

[Tarella]

Hahahaha,Lol...:-)

[songstress]

:) you quoted

[Octavian]

This story is crazy! But i love it, gave me this really interesting view point of a man figure. Pretty badazling if i dont say so myself:))))

[songstress]

thank you for reviewing. It's nice to see a new viewpoint to this

[Octavian]

Anytime, have a god bless night or day;)

[m.s.early]

The obsessed becomes a coffin for the thing it loved the most. The tragedy of loving something to death is such grand pain for both. Obsession is such unromantic calamity when the thing it loves the most revolts. He is left looking for the heart, the thing it withered and stifled. It all based on ill conceived plots mistaken for love.

[scrincognitessa]

This poem is so much fun to read--I love the sounds in your refrain: "Marionette with chipped, cheek / and hollow bone, how lone you be / within the grasp of sinew and bone..." and I like how you vary it each time. I think it definitely captures the obsessiveness of the puppeteer. The heart seems to be the ultimate goal, but I don't feel like "ruby'd gem" really does it justice...what would a marionette's heart actually look like/be made of? I think a major themes is manipulation vs mystery...it's so interesting how the puppeteer has so much control, but is still so fascinated and intrigued by his marionette. How does the heart fit into that?

[songstress]

thank you for reading this. and the point of the heart is to claim something he lacks. which is the soul. He takes care acknowledging the marionette's beauty, yet, he's been taking her a part acknowledging a loneliness (hence the lone in the refrains), yet it is his loneliness he acknowledges. a marionette has no soul it's a puppet,yet in this regard it's used as a foil to portray the point that the puppeteer is after something unobtainable... much to the point he becomes disillusioned, and rather Idealizes the doll to the point he thinks it human. He's obsessed with an aspect of living he himself lacks. therefore,the heart, the gem, is idealized.

[m.s.early]

Beautifully realized and should the marionette be allegorical for a lover, the obsessed certainly has the potential of destroying not necessarily the biological organ, but the source of human love. I've known women that once beautiful flowers with much to give, but having been obsessed over, manipulated, and controlled had their very essence wilt and decay until their ruby'd gem was all but disappeared.

[songstress]

wow, that's so scary that you saw it that way. Not in a bad way, but in one that makes me realize that you could see this grim truth. you truly are perceptive.

[Sam]

I would say this is one of your darker pieces, nevertheless, up to your standard. I do have one question though, you use the word 'bode' a few times throughout, is that word meant to be 'body?'

[songstress]

Thank you for reading. I meant to use bode as it is defined, by it's simple archaic verb form, which would be to dwell; abide; wait; remain. Primarily, I was speaking from the point of remain. Which could translate as the marionette's existence.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is excellent...and so real...we too often try to manipulate the person we are with...pull the strings get them to act exactly like we want them to ...and that causes rebellion of the puppet...until the significant other becomes just that...a wooden representation of him or herself.
and eventually...the marionette loses heart, especially the heart for us...

jacob

[songstress]

Thank you for the response, it was truly kind. Moreover, I'm glad to see how you made the connections and found the point of the piece. Thank you.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a really wonderful, and dark ride. I have one suggestion, though, the font is blurred and hard to read. Perhaps consider either enlarging it or changing it from bold so it is not so difficult.

[songstress]

Okay, thank you for the advice, and I'm sorry for the font. I just got a little overexcited. But, thank you so much for reading. It means a lot to me.

[Lyn Anderson]

I just want more people to be able to truly appreciate this splendid poem without being distracted by its form.:)

[songstress]

well, I'm glad you told me. Tend to over do it with the style of other things outside of writing and sometimes, I just need someone to bring me back to reasoning and tell me when I am becoming incomprehensible. Sincerely, Thank you, for being honest. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

So much better! It now does the poem justice. I am, above all else, helpful within the realm of what I believe is appropriate. I won't suggest massive changes, only ones that enhance the piece or fix minor errors ...

[Frieda P]

Freaky good, the way you weave this darkly colored tale, it sends shivers up my spine of a possessed lover and obsession to the nth degree. Imagery is off the charts and that last stanza is killer, literally. Compelling read songstress.

[songstress]

Thank you Frieda, I'm glad that the darkness in this tale was chilling, and even more so that you approve of this poem. Receiving reviews from you has and will always be a pleasure. Thank you, for being such a good friend.

[Frieda P]

Always my pleasure indeed, I'm not the best reviewer so muchly appreciate your kind words songstress.

[songstress]

well, you are in my book.

[Frieda P]

I rate poety by how it makes me 'feel', don't care much about meter or rhyme, if it smacks me over the head or punches me in the gut, that's the best kind...