So amidst it all… I am working on another few songs/poems that have a reoccurring theme strung about. Haven’t done THIS in so long. I am VERY pleased about my ideas and how the few that I’ve written have turned out. This is a new me. A new beginning. This is really wonderful and I’m loving every moment of it…coming up with new ideas, new theme, new ‘poetry album’. Very pleased. So, here’s a sneak peak of what is to come…
Porcelain Doll
by Karen-Maeby McCormick
7/5/10
FRAGILE:
Says the outside of the box.
CAREFUL,
as you cut through the tape
open up the package
and
turn the box right side up to pull the sacred gift out.
A beautiful porcelain doll
laying right in front of you, as nice and clean
and fragile looking as can be.
You are afraid to touch her —
for if handled wrong, she will break.
You pick her up to look closely from top to bottom.
You turn her over to inspect for flaws.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing wrong with her.
She is beautiful.
You sit her aside, make room for her on your stable mantel
right above the fire that burns every night
since it has been cold, almost frozen out.
There are photos above and placed around her, unlit candles beside her
and nic nacs carefully placed about…
Look at her face, sitting there, glowing light brightening up the night.
You are most pleased with your purchase.
Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months.
You forget about her, just like everything else sitting around.
The house is so quiet, nothing is making a sound.
When ever so suddenly,
you bent over to pick up a paper that was tossed on the floor
It said, “You’ll be sorry….after all, I only wanted more.”
Within the blink of an eye,
the doll fell over and made a loud crack, like glass breaking.
You rush over to pay attention to her
it’s too late… You’ve already ruined your fate.
Red, what looked like blood, filled the white stoned floor.
As you cleaned this up, all you could think about
was the haunting words of that letter “… after all, I only wanted more.”
That’s odd, you think, how could a doll bleed?
What exactly did she, a porcelain doll, need?
And, was this letter a coincidence?
The thought of it all made you wince.
No cracked head, no cracked feet or arms…
Open up the clothes and – the heart.
The heart was cracked open.
You broke her heart. You broke her heart casting her aside.
What did you really want with her?
Were you just pulling her in for a ride?
You were warned
that she was fragile. You were warned
you should be careful.
What was the matter
what was the matter that you didn’t understand?
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