Fragments of truths - The Doll and other tales
A pre-occupation with dolls?A previous post:
A homage to Tracey Moffatt
and of course, Ned.
The Doll - a poemOver the fence behind the house,
unoccupied pending demolition,
I could see the doll, suspended.
Once a plaything.
Now abandoned, discarded, unwanted.
What tales could it tell?
Fondled by human hands, a trace of DNA, a strand of hair.
It acts out in the breath of the breeze a longing still
to be free from what awaits, a tomb of rubble.
Text & Images ©billpurvis 2017
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