[1553] The Puppet

Guest poem submitted by Sarah Rubin <sarubin@>:

The puppet thinks:
It's not so much
what they make me do
as their hands inside me.

	-- Charles de Lint

This is a beautiful little piece from a Charles De Lint story. I don't have
much to offer in the way of analysis or commentary, as the poem is almost
like a haiku in its clarity. The author provides a beautiful metaphor in the
puppet. Normally a toy, it takes on a sinister undertone here that seems
tied to a vision of humanity. This poem also reminded me greatly of the film
"Being John Malkovich." Basically, I submit it because it sends shivers up
my spine.

--Sarah

[this poem is archived, accessible and awaiting your comments at]
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1553.html
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From: Kris Snow <krisnow@>

I am a big Charles DeLint fan...think I have read everything of his. The 
"poem" is incredible in that it is so short and says so much! A rather 
scary commentary.

Kris