I wrote this poem inspired by the work of "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne and spun a bit of a web of my own experiences around it. Please enjoy.
Down Drops his axe of iteration
Up he tugs at the strings of flat puppetry
Oh, to the poor wretch!
Played pitiably by pleasure's whims!
Dismal Delight spreads blush upon pallid pages
Flushed. Perverted. In inky lines of unsaid thoughts.
Those whipping posts!
Those bleary blots of sadistic glee!
Oh, how they spin 'round, wringing tears and grins from masked faces.
Masked faces--which whisper pleas unheard unto the sacred tablet face.
Yet, softly spoken words do little to end a puppet's misery,
But for the fine point of his pen.
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I hope that was enjoyable. One thing I'd like to do is mention a little about what I hoped to translate through this poem. This was meant to capture the contrast between the writer and the reader on the plights of the characters.
As perhaps any writer would know, it is fun to "hurt" your characters, to give them obstacles to overcome and watch them morph and change.
But as any reader would know, that very same joy can morph into horror! How frequently I yelled at the pages of Game of Thrones! I don't even know but I'm certain I threw the book at one point or another.
So yes, this poem was meant to capture that very same dynamic, and in this case the puppet is the character.
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