Hand Of The Puppeteer

• Crystal Fu Chen, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Elegant fingers
Its movements linger.
Gentle and delicate; like soft rain,
Each movement for benefit under his reign.
Strings tied firmly with five bonds
Causing the puppets to respond.
The master’s skill maintains
Motion, and no strain.
But when the room’s pitch black;
The ropes abandoned on the rack,
A floorboard creaks.
No doll speaks,
A single worn hand hoisted
Silent as the night; pointed
Towards five leather heads
Pulling at the threads.