One Doll Less
Author(s)
Frank, Jane
Griffith University Author(s)
Year published
2019
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I waded out past
small waves repeating
instructions
released the doll
in its straw-hat boat
into a heft
of blueness
Over my shoulder
there were only
low slung caravans
beyond a fallen tree
deep rust lines
of weed
at slight diagonals
on the beach
of dark caramel
I was to wear the hat:
I was to love the doll
But dolls
were dead to me –
cold skin
and mirrors for eyes –
I made sure the end
was gentle
but I was still judged
harshlyI waded out past
small waves repeating
instructions
released the doll
in its straw-hat boat
into a heft
of blueness
Over my shoulder
there were only
low slung caravans
beyond a fallen tree
deep rust lines
of weed
at slight diagonals
on the beach
of dark caramel
I was to wear the hat:
I was to love the doll
But dolls
were dead to me –
cold skin
and mirrors for eyes –
I made sure the end
was gentle
but I was still judged
harshly
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Journal Title
Not Very Quiet
Issue
4
Publisher URI
Subject
Creative arts and writing