Home » Poems » Kim Rodrigues » Life As a Dollhouse

Life As a Dollhouse

Ken’s chest cracked open. He’s on the table thinking of his doll. A heart pillow clutched to his chest. Barbie’s lost it. The fridge on fritz. Ken should have handled this mess. A tiny phone with a coiled cord and she dials him up. Mr. Fix it to the rescue, has her and Midge scurrying to find a tool. Healing qualities, he almost loosens his stitches, he’s proud. Almost bats his chest, like Tarzan, King of the Jungle. Humming comes from the kitchen, making most things better. Barbie waves to Ken, across the room. 10/20/2020

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Silent One

Date: 10/21/2020 6:31:00 AM

Very interesting... Sometimes we need coping mechanisms in life...

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/21/2020 7:28:00 AM

Yes, we do. We already face things head on so poetry helps us to articulate in a different way. Thank you.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/21/2020 4:14:00 AM

- Thoughts after reading your poem, Kim ... are the children playing today? ... no, I do not think so ... how much they lose ... children's "fantasy world" is amazing ... I did not have doll house ... but a shoe box ... but it became a beautiful home for Barbie and Ken :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/21/2020 4:32:00 AM

Just a coping mechanism from all the ills my parents are going through. Thanks, Anne-Lise!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/20/2020 7:00:00 PM

I enjoyed this so much as Barbie, Midge and Ken were a huge part of my childhood, encouraging my imagination.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/20/2020 7:06:00 PM

Mine too...now my dolls help me through (in my mind)