She Doll

She sat and she sang,

and for all the eye could see,

she was as happy as could be.

Fine gold threads made up

little lashes framing

big oval eyes, set with blue stones;

Fanning across cheeks so

pale they could only be porcelain.

Rose petals must have been brushed across those

lovely cheeks, to give them that palest pretty blush.

Positioned at will, she could do nothing

but look as pretty as she did,

while she was told of all the beautiful things in life

she had.

Thin copper strands dusted her halo of gold,

dancing around her face in the winds and breeze,

fluttering fancifully around red lips

she couldn’t put to use.

She,

the delicate rose

white as cotton

in a sea of plumage.

They looked again,

For her, their treasure,

and when they did

it was a diamond that rolled down that slope of porcelain