Strings
Lost behind the stage,
I saw the Masters who pulled the strings.
Great giants of strength and humor
Some filled with cruelty.
Seeing them, I pitied the puppets.
It was then, I realized
I had once been a puppet.
One of those giants had been my Master.
My strings had been cut.
Who had cut them?
And… why?
October, 1987
About Jayne d'Arcy
I am now, as of 2010, 48 years old. I do a bit of digital artwork, and photography. I also write Harry Potter fan fiction that is Severus Snape-centric. No slash.
On this blog I have a library of my own original work, which I hope you'll be inclined to visit and comment on.
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