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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Doll's Eye Lullaby

Deep in the shadow of the baneberry leaves,
hide in the doll's eyes all unseen.
China doll, rag doll, sitting down to tea.

China doll, rag doll, sitting all alone.
Girl with the sweet tooth never came home.

I blamed the moon.
Dollies blamed me.
One girl still beneath the baneberry leaves.
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a flowa poem for Kerry at Toads, and a 55 (counting the title) for G Man.

 
 

20 comments:

  1. I'm shivering!

    Partly with delight



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^= <3

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  2. This is just eerie and exquisite--I love your brimstone jump rope chants, as well you know, and this one has a definite Borgia tea party going on, for dolls of all ages. Halloween---it's my very favorite time of year, and poetry like this is the perfect accompaniment.

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  3. You are a chameleon on two legs. A chameleon that writes poetry...

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  4. Oh. My. Goodness! This I can so see children reciting while playing jump rope. I adore it! So eerie a tune! Ha.. I just now read Joys comments - She says it a bit better :)

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  5. Oh yeah....
    A little mayhem and murder with that Darjeeling?
    Deliciously Creepy Fireblossom!
    Loved your perfectly Macabre 55
    Thanks for playing, thanks for your Bizarro Literato
    Have a Kick Ass Week End

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  6. Rolled off the tongue like honey. Nicely done!

    ...oh, and bonus points for The Sounds. That's a great album.

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  7. i can hear it being read in a child's voice. scary!

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  8. This is not your typical tea party...but why would it be when it's come from the fine mind of Shay?

    Creepy - hell, yeah! And I loved it. :)

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  9. Your poem takes me back to jump rope and playing alone. I left my Mom's china head doll in the clump of forsythia overnight--all these years I never thought of her thoughts, only the spanking from mom for neglecting something precious to her.

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  10. Shay's word garden sprouts a thousand flowers...

    and a thousand eyes to paste or sew on doll or gaze deep into the reality we all find inside...

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  11. great, now I have this in my head just before heading to bed. i'll be jump roping to scary dolls all night in my sleep.

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  12. Deliciously creepy and even rhythmic...

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  13. This is so cool, Shay. I've never heard of baneberry but it seems made for poetry. I love your rhymes, and cadence here which lends itself to a melancholy song.

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  14. Creepy good-you cast a new spell-I love the imagery I received!

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  15. This reads like a scene in a spooky movie.......really really good!

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  16. This just made me feel better all over!

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  17. This is terrific, the chill,the meter and the rhyme. I'm reading one of Gillian Flynn's hard-to-read, hard-to-put-down novels right now and this flows right into her. I particularly like the 5th line. Not your average tea party from an above average poet!

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  18. sounds like the bane of one's exsistence.

    Chills...

    xoxo

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  19. This is wonderful and eerie all at the same time!

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