Alice, the Rabbit, the Mouse and the Queen,
all in their costumes - the stitching pristine,
vivid and warm; deep reds, greens and gold’s,
fairy tales and fables with tragedy foretold.
Demons and witches and all in-between,
justly defeated in ‘happy-endings’ foreseen,
the gallant and brave (or so they may seem),
rekindling the hope to young and the old,
shadows of the puppets dance on the wall.
Puppeteers work their magic, carefully unseen
hidden away behind backdrops and screens.
The laughter has stopped and the stage has gone cold,
awaiting tomorrow when new adventures unfold.
Amongst the dark – quiet and serene,
shadows of the puppets dance on the wall.
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