Gothic.

A little doll and the speaker..

Her petite shoulders drooped,
In a crimson Gothic dress,
As she twirled and circled the room,
With that fragile, ceramic waist.

Her golden hair spun,
They curled 'round the somber house,
Oh,
Those wandering, hypnotizing locks.

Her neck of a scepter,
Erect and gleaming,
A wounded smile upon her lily face,
Haunting the stunned wind.

Her toes of a kiss,
So shy and tender,
And she revolved upon those,
In this brooding December.

And then she stopped,
Music ceased in awe,
Her delicate body overlooking
The carved glass on the wall.

Her frozen blue painted eyes,
  Scrutinized the hushed mirror,
Awaiting her dearest in rising fear.

The illusion of time concealed her bosom,
Once again she commenced her lonely rhythm,
Dancing within the enigma,
Of a withered December .

Author's Note

Hopefully you'll love the poem :) always looking forward to constructive criticism :)

Reviews

[Hannah Morgan]

I absolutely love this!!! I love how you altered the perception of a item that would stir very different ideas. Keep it up. Will be looking up for more of your work in the future.

[Crimson_ish]

Thank you so much! your another review made my day! I feel really glad that you are enjoying my little works, thank you :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see the concrete...the little dancer--the music box...but it made me think of the movie "the uninvited" and the spirits at Windward House battling over the affections of the niece---one ghost harmful, the other her mother and so sad.
spirits dance, either in joyous emulation, or in unrest...

you create a really strong mood with this....

and sometimes as people, we are like this figurine...the stops and starts of life...the joy and pain...the need to dance, the want to dance.

[Crimson_ish]

What are we but little dancers eternally performing? Thank you for appreciating my poem! :) That's an interesting parallel, with "The uninvited" never looked at it that way!