Cuts on Mannequins.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 23, 2013


With good intentions, she builds a doll house,
a place constructed by clumsy fingertips and an
armful of care that is not paper thin.
Wood pieces, glow-in-the-dark stars to provide
light for each room,
balancing out the nightmares and anxiety.

But intentions are not conclusive.
She proceeds, not knowing the difference
between stalactites and stalagmites,
plunging into a deeper hole
that threatens insanity-
a knife is held out like it has ink
to be used, but she stares blankly,
thinking of spells she could conjure up
so her heart would not be poisoned...

She has finally realized she is the only one
who can affirm the fact that her skin
is of a mannequin's, free to be carved upon,
and there is no foundation for a rescue house.
No fairies murmur underneath her veins,
wishing her dreams to be springs
that can pour out salvation.

Her arms are fast becoming
a safe place and a loathed tormentor;
there is no more time
for reconstruction.

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Written 7/22/13 @ 9:37 PM
Had this idea of writing something about a doll house, that's how this started. A little girl wanting one so she takes matters into her own hand, then slowly as she grows into a woman, she finds out she has become like those mannequins.... which can be taken she let others/things control her or that she has lost her spirit.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Abed

    MaryAnne . Off the chain ;)

    !

  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    MA you always find such creative topics to write about, and then you bring it to life in a truly beautiful way. I love your opening about light balancing out nightmare and anxiety.

    So often we wish to craft and create our worlds, our lives, and the people in it - but know we never can. Instead, we are the canvas being molded. I actually really felt a spiritual connection to this piece in bits and pieces. I don't know if that was your intention, but I found a lot of God-like opportunities here :) Beautifully written!

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Well, MaryAnne, there isn't much I can see that would make sense...and not because I don't understand this piece but because I understand it perfectly. The need to have something as a child and the continuing urgency to receive it as an adult, the mind is not of age but of matter and we all deal with things differently, but many of the ways are not always the best.

    A deep, powerful, intimate and anxiously penned piece, it speaks of such anger and hate, of pain and confusion, it radiates an energy that is both sad and disturbing...you have once again blown me away.

    WOW
    X

  • 11 years ago

    by xoxShorteexox

    Wow... such a powerful message in just four stanzas. I am so impressed with this and touched with it. I shall be adding it to my favorite poems. I just love how it flows and keeps you interested until the very end.

    I have never felt so in touch with a poem that I did not write until this one.

    Beautifully written.

    5/5

    -Heather

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