Terpsichore's Goodbye

She never realized she was just another puppet in Zeus’ play, dancing when he pulled the strings. 

One day, her heart was too heavy to dance.  But she believed Zeus was her friend and thought he would understand. 

Silly girl. The puppeteer cut her strings, and she crumpled.  When she hit the floor, she knew.


Discovering she meant nothing made her sad, but soon she moved on to mad.  And the more she fumed, the stronger she got. 

Anon, a lightness filled her.  She discovered she didn’t need the manipulator’s strings at all.

She tore them from her limbs and danced away, flicking a wave at him as she went.   


Written for the Tenth Daughter of Memory and Friday Flash 55.


  1. But when he cut her strings, she became the Muse she is - and so he did her good service, though she obviously didn't see it at the time.

    Very nice.

  2. I love this one, Patti. Been there myself:)

  3. "the more she fumed, the stronger she got"

    Yes, yes and YES!

    Sometimes you have to percolate for a bit, get pissy and THEN move on. Lotta punch packed into these compact sentences.

  4. smiles and arent we glad she learned to dance for what life is there to one on the strings...

  5. Oh so many I know, who, were their strings but severed, might be once again dancing...HAPPY!

  6. Grinning, and boy is she shimmering without those crippling strings*!*

  7. Short and sweet. Ah manipulators,I'm only just learning to pick them. Although sometimes, just sometimes, I like someone else pulling the strings

  8. It is a good feeling to get rid of those strings!

  9. Tells us how not to get taunted and bullied by someone having control over us. Tells also how one gets to taunt back when freed from the shackles.Beautiful verse!

  10. You mean flicking a Finger at him as she danced off.
    Ya know Patticake...
    Ahhhh Never mind...I Loved your Double Dose story.
    Thanks for playing this week, You are missed when you don;t play, Have a Kick Ass Week-End

  11. Quite a metaphor in there. Excellent.

  12. It is always an inside job! thanks.

  13. oh delight to dance and go merrily along without the strings
    gr8 to see you dear Patti

  14. Nothing like a woman cut from the strings and strong in her anger! I am pleased to hear she still danced as she moved away :).

  15. Bravo! A good lesson summed up nicely.

  16. I'm not sure which is more captivating -- the image or your startling blood-boiling words.

    Gotta be one's own pupeteer methinks!!

    here is my 55.

  17. That is my story!
    Only I cut those strings on my own and handled before hitting the ground...

    Absolutely wonderful!!

    Hugs xoxo

  18. Yes. Yes. Yes. What an empowering tale. I love it!

  19. Hah! Are you sure she didn't flick him the bird?

    This reminded me of an old skit with Danny Kaye...

  20. Thank you for joining Poets United. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading poetry. We also look forward to seeing you in our community.

    Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
    There is no happiness like mine.
    I have been eating poetry.
    ~Mark Strand


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