Prologue
The Tin Man walks home
from the market at morning.
Fresh bakery, fruits,
a big bouquet of daisies…
all that his Dorothy loves.
He walks and glistens
in the morning sun. He thinks
about her blue eyes
and her lovely smile. He hugs
the bouquet like her shoulders.
The Story
“Hey, you, hurry up!
Only 3 days in the town
a world-famous coach,
a relationship expert.
Oz, the great and powerful!”
Of course, the Tin Man
sits in the first row and heeds
the words of wisdom
and diligently makes notes
about ‘loving validly’.
…such a perfect speech!
Oz hotly touches his chest
and inspiredly speaks
to the breathless audience
where ‘authentic love’ resides.
The Tin Man stands on
the stage among volunteers
and suddenly… “Oh!
No-no-no! You, piece of tin!
Push off, shell of a person!”
Grating of gearwheels…
The Tin Man was made heartless,
but sure not brainless.
A real, alive, hot heart
is all that the Tin Man needs!
…at the rear entrance
fans wait for an autograph,
but not the Tin Man.
When you love desperately
the end justifies the means.
The Tin Man walks home
from the market at morning.
Fresh bakery, fruits…
and a hot pulsating heart
in a plain cellophane bag.
He puts the daisies
into her favorite vase
and pictures her joy…
…how she finds on her pillow
this heart oozing with true love.
Epilogue
On the tin life field
memories fade like daisies.
The falling petals…
The Tin Man… Dorothy… Oz…
Hush! Do you hear town criers?
“Hey, you, hurry up!
Only 3 days in the town
a world-famous coach,
a relationship expert.
Stannum, the comprehended Love!”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
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Poor Tin Man…😔
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He certainly had a difficult time of it to begin with, that’s for sure. 😛
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refreshingly imaginative take on a iconic story, utilizing the tin of the tin man to provide a greater emotional depth that reflects back upon the reader.
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Thank you for your thoughts on this poem, Mr Trope. You are right on the money! 🙂
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Powerful stuff. If willing, I’d let myself cry a bit. You write so beautifully. And the story behind your words…..Thank you
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting, KP. I’ll bet Tati won’t mind if you let yourself cry a bit. Sometimes a sad face is good for the soul. 🙂
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A very enjoyable poem! So full of wisdom about life and love! Thank you!!!
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We’re so glad you enjoyed this, Peter. Thank you. 🙂
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Can’t beat a good story poem, can you, especially one with a slight satirical edge …
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Exactly, Dave. And I think Tati was right on the money with this one!
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That was a fantastic read! I loved the playful macabre throughout the whole piece :)! The Tinman’s love was so innocent and sweet; even the bloody heart on the pillowcase can be forgiven, no?
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I agree. I think it can be forgiven! (Hell, as long as it ain’t my heart on that pillow then frankly I’m fine with the whole thing…) 😛
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Excellent! (K)
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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Everything about this works, the title, the structure, the repetition. Brilliant.
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Agreed! Her work just keeps getting better and better. (So cool to have you here, Mark!) 🙂
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Excellent work Tati.
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Exceptional and original use of Anaphora. Huge thumbs up to you.
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Yes, it bookends the poem quite effectively, don’t you think? Thanks for your support, Talia!
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You are welcome and thanks for the follow.
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