Paper Cuts

Inspired by an original idea conceived by Queenie & progressed by Christine Anne Shaw.. two great poets & who I am honoured to call friends..

Paper Cuts

 

Faceless

Paper dolls in chains

Cut and strung from magazines

Watching as each heart bleeds a mere paper cut apart

 

Author's Note

Go check them girls out why dont'cha....

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Neville for the nod.

I'm glad you posted this as a stand alone poem. It did in fact bring back to me lots of memories of my Nan. She used to fold the newspapers and get her scissors snapping away, and I had a string of those faceless paper dolls. She also used to make fire crackers from newspapers too and I used to help her do that. Always washed my hands afterwards, smudged with black ink print. You brought her back to me. No bleeding heart here. Mine glowing with warmth.

Chris

[Neville]

So good to hear that Chris.. I can recall those fire crackers too...and the ink... Cheers my friend.... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

I've just read this poem again after a year Neville. It's strange how on reading the same poem again after a period of time you can get a different angle on it completely. This time round I was far more focused on the title. Paper cuts sting like hell. This time I didn't focus on the softness of smudged ink left behind on hands. This time I felt the cut. Just goes to prove how your work can lead the reader in many directions. Good morning.

Chris

[Neville]

A lot can happen in a year.. a lot has happened in the last year.. events can certainly impact upon and influence or change perceptions.. It was very kind of you to re-visit this page.. I wonder what you might make of it in another year....Good Afternoon.

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Diary note. Will tell ya then :)

[Lorry]

No wonder mate, if they had a mouth painted on them, they would beg you to join both ends and make a circle, then ask for eyes to see their neighbours.
This reminds me of table football as a child. Not able to turn round because some sadistic sod rammed a metal pole through their middles.
Really love the last line, but a paper cut apart. In a wider sense, i can see this equate to someone alone in a community that no longer has time to see its neighbours.

[Neville]

It don't matter which way one looks at it.. its a funny old world innit and a lot of it sad... cheers Lorry

Neville

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

The thinnest line but bleeds the deepest....in solitude they speak volumes of shapes...🌹

[Neville]

thank you my lady ….

[Katrina Mckeown]

Very well crafted , I remember those cut out dolls, and the paper cuts from making stuff from paper, the good old days :) thanks for the memories :)

[Neville]

you are most welcome and I am most grateful...

[barleygirl]

A well-crafted reminder of these ancient "linked" paper dolls . . . adding the poignant twist of random paper cuts . . . makes for an intriguing mix of imagery that spells "ouch!" And not to mention -- this is the reason I am insulated by wilderness instead of staying in that line-up anymore! *wink! wink!* Natch, I read Chris & Queenie regularly! (((NUGS to all))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Thanks Margie, I kinda like these words too, a kind of pseudo collaboration, unless I am mistaken and which I'm want to do......... Cheers.. N

[Fran Marie]

I remember those cut out dolls brings back so many enjoyable. memories..nice one ..Neville

[Neville]

I smile too whenever I see or think of them... thank you Fran, thank you very much indeed... Neville

[andrew mitchell]

reminiscent of a past now lost on today's kids or will be. nice brevity.

[Neville]

Thank you Sir and sadly, the first part quite likely true... N

[Coyote Poetry]

They are amazing ladies and thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry. A visual poem.
Coyote

[Neville]

They are indeed, thank you so much for visiting these words, and of course them, my brother..... N

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend. I hope you are enjoying the last days of Summer.

[Neville]

I am certainly trying John... off to the coast this afternoon for a walk with my dog around West Bay...and thanks again.... N

[Coyote Poetry]

You are lucky. I am taking grandson to school. First days of school for him. My good days.

[Neville]

wow.. you are lucky too my friend.. what a milestone that is..... go well.. N

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Awwwww Ty Nev...sometimes I feel like we are all paper dolls around here flapping in the wind....nice to know whose holding my hand!

[Neville]

thank you...