the split
of the skull
the one limb
intact
the right arm raised
fending the blow
and the mouth open
gaping
and the remaining eye open
this was the friend
the doll someone loved
cherished
hugged
who now lies alone
with stuffing torn out
abandoned
beside
a riverside path
/gw2012
Oh how sad - reminded me that I had a knitted doll called woolly (not very original) and when I was about six my mother gave it away as she said I was too old for it. Dare I say I still have a woolly complex today!
ReplyDeleteThese toys have almost human qualities when we are youngsters - I remember with affection (dare I say it) my friendly golliwog. Suddenly one day it was mysteriously gone. I hope your doll Wooly didn't suffer!
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