Poor Little Rag Doll

Poor Little Rag doll

Sitting in the corner covered in dust
spiders home entwined throughout the bust
A single drop of blood presented on the dress
Being left unused for a time I couldn’t guess

The poor little rag doll a emotionless face
No smile no anger just put in a place
Forgotten
Can you tell me a story of how the blood appeared?
Was this caused by accident or was it simply smeared

Your eyes buttoned simply black
Dark as the night but threading does lack
Stitching your wounds, abolishing the stains
New pretty dress is all that remains

Deep red wisps cover part of your face
Smile embellished and dressed in lace
But why was there blood stained on your dress
If only you could speak that would surely impress

This poor little rag doll has a secret inside
One which answers how the previous family died
 Look into its eyes truly gaze
recall the images enter the maze
A smile appears from this rag dolls face
A living dead doll now creasing the lace
 
 
 

Reviews

Great already... what an imagery... and history through your poetic story, I really like this... reading some more :)

[Katie]

I didn't enjoy this one as much as I did the others in the series. It didn't hold to a form that closely, so so much with the rhyming, but just with the flow. There were multiple times where this one didn't flow well, which is something you managed to avoid with the other ones. I do think this made for an interesting introduction, however, and definitely intices the reader to read on to figure out what happened.