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VxPoem ID: 34327
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Posted: October 2nd. 2008 6:49:40 PM
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The Puppeteer
by Fern
Age Group: Adult
One day a puppeteer looked amongst his puppets
He liked having puppets to bend to his will
But none did it in the way that he wished
"I need a new puppet, my puppets they bend to my will
But none will capture an audience, I want
one that will make people bend to my will.
This one shall be different,
I shall take it from mother earth herself
I shall carve it out of the softest wood there is
And it shall do my bidding."
And so the puppeteer set off in search of wood
But everywhere the puppeteer went,
He met wood that was too rotten for his tastes
One day a mysterious man came to him
"There is a meeting of the woods,
I believe you shall find what you desire there."
Said the hooded shape
"I shall go to this meeting of the woods,
and I hope to find what I am looking for."
So he went in search of this meeting
He found it nestled amongst a sacred grove.
He smiled to himself and thought himself coy
"I shall find my puppet here tonight"
He first found three, tall, strong oaks
"These shall not do,
They are much too strong, and they will not bend
They will be difficult to carve and I mustn't waste time"
He then found a few smaller birches.
"These are too small,
I would need to cut many of them to make my puppet"
And then he saw the pine tree
"This tree shall do wonders,
This soft bark is perfect for carving, and it will do as I please."
And so he took out his axe and began to chop.
The oaks and birches swayed reaching for the pine
The pine was reaching for them but in one fell swoop
The pine was the puppeteer's.
He carried the pine to his workshop and began to carve
He made this puppet the governor of his puppet army
He put his little black heart into this puppet.
He gave the puppet a sweet and sincere appearance
To make sure that this puppet would bring the crowds to their feet.
But underneath the pine chest,
A black heart began to form.
He finished the puppet and lined it up with the rest.
The puppet came to life and was ecstatic to be the leader of the puppets
It laughed at the other puppets saying,
"See how he favors me?
I will do as he wishes better than the rest of you.
I shall please him the most."
Then the puppeteer took a group of old worn out puppets
And put them on the fire to burn them away
So that the govenor puppet could have more room.
The puppet swelled in pride that now
It was it's master's sole project
It's master's pride and joy
It's master's one love
The show went on and it was true the crowd was wowed
For they had never seen a puppet like this before.
The crowd loved the govenor puppet
And the crowd paid the puppeteer double than normal
For such a spectacular show
But one day the govenor puppet lost it's sheen,
It was not as popular as some of the other newer puppets
That the puppeteer had just received
With the money made by the govenor puppet.
"This puppet is of no use to me any more."
And so that night he took the govenor puppet
And threw it on a log pile and set fire to the pile
And he watched the puppet burned.
The puppet was begging the puppeteer
"Master! Why do you throw me to the fire?
Have you forgotten the money I have made for you?
Have you forgotten the way I made the crowds stand to their feet?"
The puppeteer laughed and said,
"Silly puppet, you served your purpose,
And now that I no longer have a need for you,
You can just burn just like the rest of the firewood!"
The puppet looked back in horror,
But could say nothing else,
Because all it was, was a pliable pine tree crackling in the night air.
Author's Notes: This is a poem I wrote about a situation that happened to me and my pagan friends. Of course it is all metaphorical.
It is an extremely well thought out poem for someone like me and the fact that I wrote it right after the main part happened, it was very fresh. Also it was 5:00 am!
The people in it are:
The source of the problem: Puppeteer
The "victim' (I use the term loosely, she backstabbed us but I still feel like she is a victim) : The Govenor puppet
The people who choose to follow the source of the problem: the regular puppets
Fearless leaders of the group: The Oaks
The smaller parted people myself included: Birches
First metaphorical poem I have ever written! :) Enjoy!
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