The Puppet Master Poem by Lexy Sogl

Marble eyes
overflowing with black water
And a fragment of the stars

Eyes that see
Eyes that gaze
Eyes that wonder
When the first raindropp will touch her soft cheek

Durable lips
Hold the frame of his porcelain features

Drawing clever dimples
As he mocks himself

Spirals of hair, course down her shoulders
Like a waterfall, for ever and a day
trying to reach bottom

His sturdy jaw-line, is the only detail
Worth painting
For it’s the only actual feeling


The despair, of

Two puppets
Bound
By their loose legs
And dangling strings

With nothing
But wooden heart beats
To make the time
withering
On a puppeteer’s shelf

One day,
He will light a cigarette
He will blow smoke in their face
He will wait
He will smile
He will feel their eyes water
He will disturbingly watch
Their first
And last tears
As he throws them
Into the winter stock of wood

For the fireplace