I waited as
she ran across walls
of separation,
watching both sides pull
and tear at skirts
made of paper flowers
each wanting a piece
just a smidgen
with her back against a wall
of cardboard parquetry,
ever watching for usurpers
an entrusting look
passed behind her eyes,
but gave away
to the spark of fear
that followed
Paranoia?
or just a good old fashioned
gut feeling …
~~~~~
She’s swinging her legs
from one side to another,
and her hands fumble
tearing off,
infinitesimal fibers of being
the gut feeling gone,
with the last skein of
paper fluttering on the fence
~~~~~
I look down watching my feet
sliding, from side to side
Comments
Dearest Jayne
You have given voice to the Paper Doll and made her come alive. I need not say more.
much love n hugs...
Dearest Raj
Its more than just a paperdoll there is another story under the skirts of the doll ;) I know that's meant to be two words but that's the way I spell the title of this poem lol just a small quirk, thanks for the read and the visit I am glad you enjoyed it, I always appreciate your thoughts
much love and hugs Jayne x
Jayne
Of course i know that there would be a story under the skirts of the doll :)
much love n hugs..
Big smile
Big smile
much love and hugs Jayne x
Jayne
Beautifully written the theme and the imagery are top line, the presentation through the words you use is top line.
What more can I say you IS good, damn Good..
Have a lovely evening, yours Ian.T x
Ian
Damn you guys have got to stop complimenting me or my heads going to be humungous LOL I am very happy you liked this one...I hope your enjoying your time away but your presence is missed...I have been writing all day today its raining hallelujah !! its been raining since early this morning and it hasn't stopped with luck we will get enough rain and they will ease the water restrictions woot lol cross your fingers
love always Jayne x