Pinocchio Writing & Art Contest (Like/Comment on Your Favorite!) Finalist # 9 – Magda Andrew-Hoke, Poem – Pinocchio Magda Andrews-Hoke is a rising junior at Germantown Friends School in Philadelphia. Pinocchio Through his fingers in the dark he sees ticking clocks. through wooden fingers timeless limbs he hears the tick of time passing in the shop of his false father. He senses the passing of time tick tock and tock tick and the click clack of wooden fingers, shutters for his wooden eyes In the nighttime no one can see the difference between here and there or floor and ceiling or wood and flesh He wishes to hear the soft rubbing of flesh fingers over flesh face Soft rubbing is more comforting in the dark night than click clack click clack He lies and says he likes himself just the way he is, he says He lies and says wood is flesh, flesh is wood, family is family He lies and says he does not need others made of click and clack But he likes trees He lies. He lies. He lies. He believes in God He does not believe in a flesh God and this reassures him But he does not believe in a wooden God but one of miracles and goodness He thinks that if he wishes hard enough just hard enough He will hear the rubbing of soft fingers on face as he cowers in the dark of the wooden shop and this miracle would be from God to whom he would never lie
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 01:56:05 +0000
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