a visit to a friend inspired this poem.


Crinolines




Precious objects
laid up, for sunnier days.
Dolls, more valued
more beautiful
than they have any right to be.

She tells me a story
of an army brat
who had the effrontery
to steal all her dolls.
The ones from France
and Germany and the one from Japan
with seven wigs.

Firenze and Ninette,
they all have names
to go with their lovely gowns
and porcelain faces.

Too spooky for some children
loved and adored by others.
Boxes wrapped in plastic
to keep out moisture,
under the house,

dolls waiting to be displayed
waiting to be resurrected.



May 18, 2008

© 2008 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-05-28 at 01:32

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Kathy Lockhart
this has such a loneliness about it. the unopened boxes with dolls that are loved seems so sad. But, maybe its just me these days. Your poetry brought the story to life. well done. kathy
2008-05-29


gills
enjoyed reading this anne
liked the images that the words gave me
Nice work
Gills
2008-05-28


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
An unplayed with toy always seems so sterile to me - its the bumps and scratches of a toy that seem to breath life into them. Good poem

Elle x
2008-05-28


limber junctionson
I have always hated dolls.
Like clowns I find them really scary.
I like teddy bears though!
Interesting poem...
if a little spooky.
2008-05-28