Wind up my key and watch me dance
in torpid trance
Pull on my strings and make me leap
in waking sleep
in bondage held
by hand propelled
I pray Drosselmeyer’s pity
naught but a doll
plaything to all
About this poem:
My first ever minute poem and I love it. I'm not saying it's a masterpiece or unique in any significant way, but for my own purposes it's a resounding success. It is evocative, it flows just the way I had wanted it to, and incorporates several references.
Rhyme/Scheme: Syllable scheme of 8-4-4-4 (60 total), rhyme scheme of AABB CCDD EEFF
Themes and Tone:
The tone is dreamy and sad; submissive but pleading.
The theme is one that is dear to my heart and will surely be seen in plenty of my future work. Indeed, I am currently outlining a project concerning these ideas - it is that which gave me the inspiration for this poem. Whether Galatea, Coppelia, the Nutcracker, Pinnochio, the Tin Woodman, the Steadfast Tin Soldier or otherwise, I delight in tales of the toys who are not quite people, and people who are not quite toys. I find them heavy with metaphor and allegory, particularly posing questions such as What is humanity? and What is freedom?