revenge of the dolls

A sinister sonnet…not my usual genre but we all have a dark side.


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last night i lay upon inn’s guest room bed

where host’s mute daughter slept long years ago

alas, young girl was found mysteriously dead

in bloodied sheets which stains too well i’d know

 

her childhood room preserved in musty pink

suspicious dolls stare down from shelf by crib

false alibis reveal dark murderous link

they point toy dagger tip against my rib

 

“what evil lurks?” i scream in pulsing fear

but mannequins no mercy feel for flesh

not even ragged ann would shed a tear

berserk and vicious furies of knife flash

 

in morning, landlord spies fresh doll on shelf

that plastic face, i’d recognize…  myself!

 

 

 

 

 

empty comes full circle

At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chèvre challenges us to use these 12 words in order (one per line) in a haiku series (like 12 hours in full circle of clock):  1. summer  2. princess  3. willow  4. oasis  5. palmtree(s)  6. camels  7. cruise-ship  8. snow  9. rainbow  10. yellow  11. shrine  12. prayer (or praying)


 

sultry summer birth
dark-eyed princess baby girl
thin as willow wisp

parents’ oasis
simple hut under palm trees
daughter worth camels

poverty’s cruise-ship
huddle near fire when snow falls
wishing on rainbow

yellow fever strikes
bury princess near old shrine
praying in the rain

 

 

vitiligo orribile

deep in dark woods stood

bow hunter’s cabin where he’d

left his  daughter that night

reclined near stone hearth

in dying warmth of fire’s embers

lone persona lost to her reading

a yellowed manuscript, an

epochal allegory held in hand,

empty pewter plate on table

she never noticed pair of

luminous eyes in window or

pernicious shadow pushing

open the cabin door…

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Anthony’s challenge to create poem from random gnarly words…used 10 of 12 words