At the crack of dawn, a creation lays awake,
Having fallen on its side at a time most late.
The door creaked open—nimble steps followed,
In the blink of an eye floating, then upright.
Keys chimed, a chair scraped along the floor,
All was still, crickets quietly hopped.
As if a broken record, the puppet started to hum,
Emitting a sound deathly familiar.
Morning struck, the schedule persisted,
Breakfast—scorching, thrown at the ground.
Upon hearing this, the caretaker took notice,
Kneeling with sigh, her head rocking to and fro.
This unconditional care seemed to run out,
In an instant—hauled out.
With no means to make an end,
Mystic yet abhorred.
Fleeing to the countryside, nature embraces,
To energise and nurture an untamed soul.
The trees stretched out their twisted arms,
While berries grow with them in mind.
In the forest, cabins resided,
The news spread like wildfire as did the humans.
Each more disgusted than the other,
With this, the marionette felt an ungodly power.
After first-hand experience of fleeting exile,
The creation set out to shelter all things pure.
Inflicting themselves as a barrier,
Utilised to guard others from feeling bare.
Olivia has recently started writing poetry and she feels as if this was something she was meant to do. She loves sharing her poems with others and hoping that they’ll resonate with a reader in a meaningful way.