Come one, come all
big, old and small
to the Grimm brothers' puppet show;
forget your woes
your friends, your foes
and the urge to look below.
Night tricks the clock
the secrets lock
and finally find your seat;
for the acts here
never reappear,
it's a one-time only treat.
Words go unsaid
behind curtains red
and two smirks grow on two faces;
strings checked to hold
fake wings unfold
as their puppets take their places.
And the children's eyes
shine with their lies
and suddenly, they veil;
they start to prance
and blindly dance
singing
'I believe in fairytales.'
YOU ARE READING
Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
