Lovely Victorian Dolls
Perfect faces
In delicate laces
Made from the finest
Cloth
China
Porcelain
And Baby Dolls
Who drink and wet
Crying “Mama” and met
With kind, childish hands
Singing lullabies learned
From their own mama
Not too many years ago
Beautiful folk dolls
Hopi Kachinas
Apple Heads
And my favorite
Matryoshkas
Nestled into each other
Never lonely, them
Like rocks enfolding a gem
So many dolls
Action Figures aimed at boys
Barbie and Ken fashion toys
And soft Rag Dolls to sleep
In night so dark and deep
How we anthropomorphize
Dolls
Children seriously engaged
Serving them tea
Teaching them to see
The world as they know
In so little time
We can feel a Doll’s pain
So what about the others
The Haunted Dolls
Broken and oh-so-scary
The Voodoo Dolls
Innocently pierced with
The anger of the jealous
Faceless Cornhusk Dolls
To bring rain for an
Abundance of harvest
How do we speak to them?
No Face
No Soul
No Rest
Oh, so sad
Those lonely Dolls
I worried about them
When a child
A source of sleep disorders
I worry about them
Now
I worry about
The Dolls with no voice
The Dolls with no choice
I worry
Today I made two spirit Dolls
Stuffed with good amulets
From my button box
How I hope that
Together they will
Break the locks
Imprisoning sad and lonely Dolls…
(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
Image: Spirit Dolls 2 (see link below)
http://arttherapydirectives.blogspot.com/2014/01/spirit-dolls.html
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