The doll and I

The doll and I

The wooden doll on shelf
Is smiling eerie ,poking fun at me
This frozen grin in ebbing of the day
Giving the chills to my unquiet heart

You laughing at the sadness
That dressed me in royal mantle?
Is nothing for you ,trifling matter
Timbered figurine is missing vital part

The soul not in presence
Appear to be possessed by the ghostly breath
It strive to spook me, compromising shaky attitude
Grey wind of underworld just rubbed with the deathly hands

Leaving numb and speechless
Then left the room through open window
Like nothing even happen here
And doll and I gave each other knowing wink

by Margaret Gudkov