My doll Bluebell

See her staring.

 

She wears a dress of Royal Blue

With a trimming of white lace

Her eyes, two simple brown circles

Her lips of blood red

Her hair is in two plaits

Decorated with a white bow

 

She sits on my bed

Day and night

Her lazy body

She listens to the words I have to say

And never repeats them

To anyone

My little box of secrets

At first I noticed the little things

If something was lost
I’d find it in her arms

Waiting for me

The next day

If I forgot something

I’d find her next to it

Like my school bag

Or purse

Giving me a small reminder
Of what had slipped my mind

There was a girl at school

She bullied me and made me sad

I told Mum

She said the girl was jealous

I don’t think she was

She was perfect

Her hair of golden locks

And baby blue eyes
I told Dad

He said stick up for yourself

But I couldn’t

I was too scared

It wasn’t too bad

Just mean names

And snide comments

One day

She made me cry

I came home

And sobbed into Bluebell’s dress
Soaking it through

That night I couldn’t find her

My Bluebell

My beautiful doll Bluebell

And I fell into an uneasy sleep

 The next morning
I woke and watched the news

A young girl

Had been found in her bed

Suffocated

They thought she was muffled by a pillow

But they found the tiniest bruises

On her neck

Making five perfect fingers

On each side

When I got home from school

I found Bluebell

On the end of my bed

A piece of blonde hair

Caught on the lace

Of her dress

 

 

She wears a dress of Royal Blue

With a trimming of white lace

Her eyes, two simple brown circles

Her lips of blood red

Her hair is in two plaits

Decorated with a white bow

As she turns her head to look at you

 

Author's Note

The image underneath the poem is my own.

Reviews

[Mr. Revan]

totally didn't expect that. amazing poem. summarized it to a couple friends; they loved it