“a wooden puppet”

Posted on July 28, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #237 - "a wooden puppet"


On the dance floor
he resembled a wooden puppet.


Children's mouths gaped open,
as the wooden puppet's nose
began to grow.


little boy sketching
his pencil draws sharp angles
a wooden puppet


        There once was a boy carved of wood.
          His craftsman told him he should
                never tell lies.
             If you do, he sighed,
    your nose will protrude; you'd have to wear a hood.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to “a wooden puppet”

  1. Jules says:
    July 29, 2021 at 5:26 pm

    Pinocchio is one of my favorite childhood stories! I even have several different language books regarding our little puppet friend! Lovely verses

    The dance one reminds me of my two left feet 😉

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