Ballerina Doll

[auraesque]

Originally published on November 14, 2007, this piece was reposted to this journal on June 28, 2009.

Ballerina Doll
I'm painted porcelain,
wrapped in taffeta
and lace;
heaven-high heels
with dance-worn soles
that tap
against the tile floor, they
clop-clop like lazy
castanets.

I'm a rag doll, jazz doll,
hung up on threads
-and high-
until you scoop me up
by porcelain legs
that clack,
arms swing and bend
and tangle up
my lovely threads.

Poor porcelain jazz doll,
rag doll,
he came and smash-scattered,
crash-battered,
my pretty
ceramic
smile.