Poetry Drawer: Soulless Puppet by Elaine Snelson


Dance to the tune of a satanic fiddle,

Sinew and tendon plucked with pleasured zeal.

Mimic the motions of a soulless puppet.

Temperate, obliging, self assured.

That to be of use

is to exist…to be real.


Turn your cheek against the blindingly obvious.

Protect a fractured sense of worth.

Feeling totally insignificant

against the seductive mask of sincerity.

Crushed, defenceless and hurt.






Leave a Reply