Puppet Master

I observed an elderly puppet master, with a puppet on a string,
And my heart was sore for such a young and delicate thing.
The puppet did dance at his command
And he gripped her hand
Exceeding tight.

But out of sight
Of her master, I fancied that I saw the puppet wink
And I did think
On age and youth,
And appearance and truth

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2 thoughts on “Puppet Master

  1. paulandruss

    I love this. You conjour such magic:
    On age and youth,
    And appearance and truth
    The ending lifts an already brilliant poem into the stratosphere!

    Reply

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