Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

I Am a Voodoo Doll

Here I am

a voodoo doll

made from rags

of what is left

filled with organic lavnder

of what once was

squashed between two palms

without a lifeline


I  am here

whilst you are there

beneath our waxing moon

embroidering my heart

with mourning cross-stitch


'I don't want to say

what I feel to say'

'I don't want to complicate

our existence'


I hear you chant

by a bonfire

invoking spirits

who have no memory


I hear you shout

persuading them

to exert their influence

into both worlds

Yours and my own


There you are

with pins and needles

fighting your battle

against the depth

of these eyes

which seek your lips

against the height

of your thought

which seeks my dream

against the length

of one love which 

lives the present


Blue is the colour

that cast the curse

of ancient spells

against its enemy


that cast the curse

against two souls

which breathe as one

but not forever


Here I am

a voodoo doll

made from rags

of what is left

Patchworking my pride

Escaping so far

from that last

sharp pinching feeling.



ps-I do believe the only healer is God but I enjoyed myself watching a documentary
about things I never knew even if its not what i believe...

This is a fiction poem inspired by a short documentary 
I always thought as voodoo dolls as something evil
but this documentary stated that in African countries
these dolls are used for healing and good will.

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Tim Smith July 24, 2016 at 6:54 PM Such a sad but beautifully written poem Charma...have a goodnight

Peter Walsh February 27, 2014 at 2:28 PM Life is too short not to explore most of it's avenues and blind alleys Charmaine... if i've learned anything it's to take care but have fun also... xXx Charmaine Chircop February 27, 2014 at 3:13 PM Tnks Peter..I definitely won t ever be going to thr alleys of voodoo.Im convinced of the only faith I have which is in God.Writing ..reading or watching the documentary didnt challenge what I believe in.I just wanted to write about something different..Actually I ve put myself in the doll s position which is inflicted by harm and pain...So dnt worry or get concerned..Tnks for reading.My having fun is with family and nature : )..Tnks again for reading and yr support

Shanity Rain December 11, 2013 at 7:08 PM Actually there is good and evil in every thing and religion , Voodoo going back to Haiti , they choose the light or dark path. I like your style , enchanting !

Liam Mcdaid September 6, 2013 at 11:02 AM an extremely beautiful piece of writing wow you have me speachless

Shane Cogan August 25, 2013 at 3:43 PM Awakening, spiritual, nature, the soul...you captured it all so well, Charmaine. Like this alot. Shane

Laura Breidenthal August 6, 2013 at 10:08 PM Chillingly spiritual. I quite enjoyed reading! Always, Laura

Chris Boskovski August 6, 2013 at 3:57 PM Very well written Poem! I love this so much I had to read it again. very well written and full of heart and emotion! Great job Charmaine!! :)

Johnny Rhinem August 5, 2013 at 2:02 PM ..I Am An Infant A Baby A Child, Running Through Love's Streams: Rags From Gold As Dust You See ~ But I Do Not Mind A Pinch A Needle A Thorn This Blade: Times Tiny Tears Still, Bouncing Up And Down Within His Crib, He Plays ~ So In Re Your Verse These Things I Say, Live And Let Live While The Moon Cast Her Light And His Sun Shouts, Heyyy ~ Smile, Lovely Verse, Quite Deep Actually And Yes, Keep Reaching For The Stars Sweet Beautiful Cinderella ~ Love, John

Terry O'Leary August 4, 2013 at 3:08 AM Very nice... multidimentional and and informative! Terry

Andrea Dietrich July 31, 2013 at 7:59 AM Seeing this one again, it's funny how we had voodoo in the titles of both recent poems of ours!! How is your day today, Charma? Charmaine Chircop July 31, 2013 at 8:20 AM To be honest i thought my voodoo title inspired your voodoo title when I saw your poem few days after..lol : ) : ).So its a coincidence..Great minds think alike : ). I`m fine sweety..Just very busy lately ..very..but i try to catch uo later .

Sue-Ellen Newman July 31, 2013 at 12:06 AM My friend I to as a Christian know GOD is our great healer, your poem is excellent very well written, voodoo is from the evil one and in the wrong hands can be powerful, sadly many delve into these unknown limits, I believe healing comes from within heart mind body and soul, hence GOD is our soul sole healer, if GOD grants healing powers to others and allows certain instruments of healing, who are we to judge, we must seek truth of GOD within this power great poem well done, blessings sueellen

Karen Anglesey July 30, 2013 at 3:16 PM You painted a very down to earth picture of this mysterious custom. Very well done :)

Debbie Duncan July 29, 2013 at 4:18 PM This is a great write ;}

John Loving Iii July 26, 2013 at 12:55 PM stay away from voodoo! Charmaine Chircop July 26, 2013 at 1:18 PM Of course i will hehe..im smilin now.It was just a documentary ..tnks for your concern : )

Andrea Dietrich July 26, 2013 at 12:03 AM this is very interesting, Charma. and the way you made use of lavender and blue. Not at all how I would envision for the colors, but you were uniquely inspired!

April Gabriella July 25, 2013 at 5:46 PM Oh this is a really wonderful and exquisitely written piece. Kudos on a great poem!

Karl Marszalowicz July 25, 2013 at 5:55 AM I love the creativity what a belt of imagination holding the entirety of the poem together! I am happy to say I really understood this!

Sean L Sanders July 25, 2013 at 4:44 AM Wow Excellent poem from a talented poet

Richard Lamoureux July 24, 2013 at 6:43 AM I like this a lot, thanks for this alternate perspective.

Richard Ferry July 24, 2013 at 12:58 AM seen some unexplainable phenomenons in Haiti related to voodoo. Makes one think ,what is truly possible

Anne-Lise Andresen July 23, 2013 at 10:09 AM - I also thought that they were used for evil - Very nice to read your poems Charma! - Have a nice day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Kabuteng P.Ink K. July 23, 2013 at 9:31 AM This topic sure seems different from you, Charma, meaning I wouldn't have thought you writing about voodoo dolls but you still have that Charm-a feel to it. I also learned something new from your note. I really liked your approach here, quite the intriguing write. Will catch up with you soon. Sending you and Christina warm hugs... Charmaine Chircop July 23, 2013 at 3:39 PM Hi.Now im sleepy but tomorrow i forward you some pics of Christina s first swim : )

Poet Tacito July 23, 2013 at 9:00 AM To put yourself in the shoes of another so strongly. Very adaptable, yet strongly emotional lines. Thankfully, we as humanity have the choice to be more than just a ragged doll. This was a very interesting read.