The Porcelain Doll

A small piece I came up with when playing with my niece and her baby doll.

Her pretty glass eyes convey no feeling.

The mask she wears is all she knows.

Sadness strikes, she gives a vacant smile.

Happiness comes, it still does not falter.

Everything is nothing to the poor little thing

And everyone is nobody in her heart.

 

Little girls play with the delicate woman

Pretending she is their best friend.

They idolize the porcelain doll

And beg her to give in to their every whim.

Never has one been able to answer

But still the little girls plead.

 

How is it that this emotionless toy

Can receive such pure adoration?

For when these girls grow past adolescence,

They cannot view the doll the same.

For it is nothing they find in themselves

And everything they see in the world.

Reviews

[Fabric Pulse]

Oooo...I like it. It's spooky but yet real and alive and how it's supposed to be. =]

[Adam :P]

wonderfuly written. love it.

[Anicca]

Another lovely, wonderfully written piece that left me with many thoughts. In an odd way the last stanza reminded me of the Toy Story films. Thanks for sharing another remarkable piece.

[The Analog Kid]

Very well crafted. Excellent last stanza. Hard hitting.

[Closedown]

I like it - what else can I add to that - a lot.
Well done.

[Ramiz Ilham Khan]

Wow - I like it. Wonderful :-)