Lady of the Playtime

With dark blue eyes and curled lashes
Painted lips in pale coral, she stands silently
In her ladylike demeanor.

Clutching her Collector's Card loosely (Certificate of Authenticity)
She might be a guest at a daughter's tea party
Or perhaps a debutante's affair of the imagination.

Orange-gold locks in haphazard corkscrew curls 'neath her daytime hat
Strewn about her light blue dress (polyester)
And those delicate porcelains features, gazing wistfully.

Perhaps her name is Katherine or Emma or Mary
Something fine and English, but suitable for a child
Playing gracefully with the lady doll.

The ruched, lace-edged hem of her gown scrapes by the desk
As Madamoiselle waits obediently for some former dollhouse proprietor
To compose a poem in her honour.