Strangely my cheapest doll has the most determined
intelligent expression, my second doll looks nervous
as if waiting for something terrible to happen and my
third doll looks like a self-confident receptionist, so I
cannot relate to her at all
I love my intelligent doll, sweet mouth looking so self-
sustained, advancing her childish confidence knowing
that a magic spell protects her, tackling every problem
directly with utmost & unflinching conviction victory
shall be hers
My scared doll looks as if fear keeps her immobile –
while my third doll’s half-smile is irritating, not at all
inspiring – a cool receptionist wanting to appear as if
approachable but not sparkling; I put my dare-do doll
in a green container to symbolise her courage and
Love of life…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem