aileenspoetry

A TREASURED DOLL

She stared at me and I was caught
Up in the magic of
Her quaintness, a doll quite unsought,
Who made me fall in love.

A wooden doll with painted lips
And glass eyes dark as night,
Which begged me as her hand I slipped
In mine, she held me tight.

She was a lass in lavender
And lace, with blushed red cheeks,
Her pouting mouth brought out tender
Feelings, I felt quite weak.

I touched her stick arms, moved peg joints,
And everything worked well,
I knew she would not disappoint
Me, when she’d cast a spell.

I had to buy her antique smile,
And keep her near, I paid
A handsome sum, her name meanwhile
Evoked a monarch maid.

Queen Anne I called her, she looked glad,
Her royal status set,
With regal clothes, no more a sad
Orphan, she’s with me yet.

A GLORIOUS DOLL

One doll, a smile
That captures hearts,
And thoughts meanwhile
Will not depart
From her quaint eyes,
Her face, the form
Of features, size,
Her draggled shorn
Head asks reprieve
From poverty,
‘Please do not leave
Me’, are her please,
Made through that gaze
Which pins you down,
Whilst there she stays,
An orphan frown
Inciting you
To take her home,
Pay what is due
And with her roam
A better land,
With her beside
You, hold her hand,
Keep alongside,
And know that she
Will always be
A friend you need.

THE QUEEN OF DOLLS

She sits imperiously, her smile
An enigmatic purse, and vintage
Is her charm, dark eyes meanwhile
Regard the world from a past age
With an expression haughty, while
Her elegance would grace a stage.

There is no other quite like this
Fair maid, she is a character,
A wooden doll with lips that kiss
The air, her quaintness will confer
A red-cheeked memoir when she is
Unlike this days’ and makes a stir.

One stroke the more, one blush the less
Would scarce impair her primitive
Appeal, with features that impress
Almond black eyes seeming to live,
Within the past, and when you press
Her hand, what treasures you play with.