Behind gauze
small shadows
carved wooden
faces locked
in perpetual
expression.
Beneath gloves
fingers, twitch
sending life
down strings
made from
parts of
long dead cats.
Wooden lives
sometimes demand
recarving
reworking
and a retouch
with the paint brush.
Other times,
thought the
puppetmeister,
require the
consideration
of scissors.
Behind gauze
cut strings
and fallen
wooden angels.
Beneath gloves
red trickle
and the fall
of more than
puppets.
(C) Sandy McCutcheon.
ICE HOUSE
NEW POEM - RAIJA.
Three short poems(SEPT 29)
NEW POEM (SEPT 22) - DAWN.
UPDATE AND NEW PROJECTS
Last Revised:October 2000
DROP SANDY A LINE
Sandy's Homepage

