By: Stefania Mendolia
(Italicized text taken by Margaret Atwood Five Poems for Dolls)
There have always been dolls
as long as there have been people.
In the trash heaps and abandoned temples
the dolls pile up;
the sea is filling with them.
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Forged by the fear she’ll be forgotten
“Pick me up and play with me”
Adorned in costume, but she is still cotton
Beady eyes, painted lips, locks of curls and rose hips
As a toy, a girl, a woman; an encapsulated eclipse…
What causes them?
Or are they gods, causeless,
something to talk to
when you have to talk,
something to throw against the wall?
Stoic on her shelf, surrendered to your care
I know that I am here, but you are barely there…
A doll is a witness
who cannot die,
with a doll you are never alone.
With a doll you are never alone.
Pride – quality or state of being proud – inordinate self esteem: “Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall”
Lust – to have an intense desire or need: “But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart”
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