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theharmonica — Tumbles
Published: 2007-01-19 23:55:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 126; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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A doll is in slumber,Bracken twirls smoothed against pillow,
Grandfather clock lulling her into a paradise -
Or rather tumultuous hell
As she battles to escape, her tormentor weakens
The chime resounded
Foundations shook
The doll arose
In the paralyzing darkness
She stumbles blinding through the room,
No candle to hand; the wicks all burned
A sudden misplaced step
throws porcelain and satin to marble,
but despite chinks in her armour,
luxurious ruby abundant,
She perseveres forwards,
Elbows grinding against the unforgiving flats,
Knees brought to powder
Hands seek the house.
By the light of reflective eye,
She peers into the doll house
All amour and scarlet –
The interiors fuchsia
And leafy green, too;
Romantic union of romantic colour.
Rap-tap on mahogany door.
Naïve doll taps on miniature door
A solemn cheer; glassy tears arise
To the surface.
A shrunken figure arises gently, fatigued,
And stares back at discoloured beauty.
The prince’s blonde curls graze his shoulder,
As does the doll’s velvet ringlets.
A grazing he cannot understand
But she does.
She presses her pale hand to the pane
Earthquake ensues -
He peers out from behind the cabinet to which he has been flung,
No rage.
No tears.
No laughter.
Obediently, the fair figure scales the orderly waves
Clambering onto the shoulder
Conscience his acquaintance.
Indifference builds on the soul,
The grandfather cruelly ticks
A step
A whisper.
The Owner’s tread creaks through the hall,
Resounds as a siren to the world
The doll snaps apart stubborn magnet
And leaves her beloved in his castle,
She smothers with sulphur bedsheets –
Those vacant eyelids seal dewy evermore.
She prepares to greet torment again.
