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Living Doll


She was my living doll.
I noticed that
When she blinked 
Her rolling eyes would click
Like a camera shutter 
Capturing images
On a very long exposure
Giving the onlooker the impression
That she was very slow
Over exposed
But she was never negative
Her life was in full colour

One eye was slightly out of kilter
She seemed to look straight through me
And out onto other side.
The far side.
The edge of the envelope
Far beyond the self sticky fold down bit.....

What was going through her mind?
It was difficult to tell
Maybe she thought that her life with me
Was just a bad dream
And that she would wake up any moment now
And I would be gone
Or maybe she really did love me
It was difficult to tell


Her knee caps were fixed
And she could not turn her wrists
Waist or hips
Which made her bob a long
Like a sea buoy
Swaying from port to starboard
And back again

Her hair never seemed to grow
And as the years passed by
She did not grow old at all
She remained the same, but
She suffered badly with her back
Because she couldn’t bend her knees
It was always me that loaded up
The washing machine

I never saw her cry
Never saw her sigh
She was always smiling
That half yawned grin 
But over the years
Developed a jaundice skin

Then along came Barbie
She was our beautiful baby
Long blond hair
Like her mum
Her eyed- fixed stare
To infinity and beyond
At the sheriff Woody doll
Perched on the crib
She never cried

She suffered though
Anorexia, I never saw her eat
Her mum would comb her hair
For hours on end 
It used to drive me round the bend

Twenty two years later
My beloved
Was in the Doll’s hospital 
Doctor Ken who also could not bend his knees
Shook his head
And told me that she’d soon be dead

As she lay there in her bed
I kissed her cold lips
She looked through me and said
I know it must have been hard for you
A human living in a Doll’s world

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 8/14/2019 8:34:00 AM
Good stuff Tony really liked your descriptive imagery. Well done!
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Tony Kirk
Date: 8/16/2019 4:40:00 PM
Thanks for passing by and for your kind words
Date: 10/23/2016 3:39:00 PM
Indeed we live inside a doll so many times..Trapped..Excellent poem and very creative.:) Charma
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Tony Kirk
Date: 10/23/2016 3:50:00 PM
Thanks Charma. Have a wonderful day..Tony