The dark, starry night sky twinkled
like a black velvety sequined curtain.
I sat down on an ageless tree stump and
wrapped myself in a gossamer shawl
to protect myself from the evil chill of the night.1
While I sat gazing in awed wonder at the beauty
of the sequined sprinkled sky, I saw a falling star.2
The age old words of a wise old cricket,
of whose name I need not speak, came tearfully to mind.
I closed my jewel sprinkled eyes tightly
and began to ponder long and hard.3
I knew the wish that I would make would have to be just right.
So after a long and painstaking deliberation, I was ready.
I wished hard with all my heart that I could be a doll.
Not just any doll, mind you. I wanted to be Raggedy Ann.
For you see, when I was a little girl, mine was my very best friend.4
I wanted to become some other little angel's very best friend.
Raggedy Ann, in her gingham dress with rosy cheeks
and a permanent sewn on smile bright enough to make any girls day.
Yes, that would be the life for me. So after making my heartfelt wish,
I yawned, wrapped my gossamer shawl of protection tighter
and I headed inside to bed and off to the land of dreams.5
I awoke in stunned amazement, in the arms of an auburn curled angel,
being hugged so tightly, that were I real, I would have been breathless.6
She couldn't have been more than three and I was never left alone.
I was so loved, that I was her constant companion, my wish came true.7
Oh, the tea parties, they were grandiose,
with me, her, and her beloved teddy bear Mrs. Puffenstuff.
Each night before bed, she would place all of her prized possessions
in her pink and white ribbon princess toy box
and climb into her canopy bed with me wrapped tightly in her arms.8
But, then something changed.
It didn't happen overnight, but ever so gradually.
I became less important as the years began to pass
and my young mistress began to grow.
Oh how I miss those tea parties and our games
of beloved make-believe.9
Sadly, now when bedtime nears, it's into the princes box I go.
Now I sit alongside Mrs. Puffenstuff until the night's end.
The years kept passing and soon my name was befitting of my condition,
for my dress was stained, my braids were tangled, and my smile
was only a there because it wasn't sewn so I could frown.10
Soon shelves replaced her pink and white ribbon princess toy box;
and onto one of them I was hap-hazardly tossed.
Along with all the other toys once loved but now forgotten,
for you see that little girl had grown into a teenager.11
So desolately I sat upon that shelf lost in memories,
remembering how at one time, I was loved like no other.
That beautiful woman-child slowly forgot me and moved on
to more important grown up things.12
Oh, Mr. Cricket, I made the wrong wish and now it's too late!
Into a box I am thrown with a sticker marked twenty-five cents.
Yet, sadly there weren't any little auburn curled buyers
and into the trash I went along with Mrs. Puffenstuff.13
So here I lie in the garbage, alive inside this shell.
Thinking back to a night so black that it looked like
a curtain made of silver sequined covered black velvet.
I remember my gossamer shawl, that was supposed to protect me
from the nights evil chill, but I guess it wasn't designed at all
to protect me from a simple wish of everlasting love.
A contest entry
- Poems by KiwiGurl.
100 points, ended December 14, 2008, 21 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
What does this make you feel deep down?
Comments
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Your descriptions are purely amazing. This piece really made me want to hug my old doll, who is probably in a box also. One complaint, the text was kind of hard for my eyes. Thats all. Keep writing and i will keep reading!
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This is a wonderful piece. I really like the flow and the ease of the language in your descriptions. The imagery is marvellous and leaves a lasting impression. Brilliantly written!
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was only a there because it wasn't sewn so I could frown.10 (this line is awkward).
This is a great story, very well writen. It makes me feel even more hollow and empty than I usually do. The last line was the most touching part for me. I do not thing there is such a thing as everlasting love, everything ends. This is very well done, I really liked it.
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Wow, this was really good! It was very creative and unique! I like your idea behind this poem, it gives thinking out of the box a whole new meaning. I see lots of alliteration, and similes, which greatly satisfies my inner poet! XD keep up the great work, this was a great write!
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