Tufts of tattered, auburn curls
Woven in loose-hanging braids
Paled porcelain, chipped and of age
A jumper left bleakly frayed
Unfastened buttons hang by threads
A pleated skirt, whose patches show
The curls hide under her bonnet
Glass eyes fail to mask such woe
Upon a crammed, neglected shelf
The years have left her to the dust
Such favored a toy in her day
A forsaken belle, destined a fate unjust
Author notes
I wrote this poem about an aged, porcelain doll, stored away on a shelf and forgotten about.
Written May 2nd, 2005
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I really love this! I could picture this doll through your words. Great word smithing. Good luck in the contest.
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