Rag Doll Mannequins - Poem by David Lacey
Exultant tongues of fie enflame supplication
By the blood of the moon. As we drink in harmonious celebration.
Fermented pity brews beneath stagnant winds.
We hear a magpie sing, one to unburden upon our souls
All the sorrow one could bring, leaving her emblem,
Her effigy to drift upon the ebbing tides.
As I sink, drowning and drowsed and unheard.
They ride, the faceless, beckoning spirits
Whilst the storm outside bears its charge as the light brigade,
Echoing thunder loose to rumble, bellows overhead.
Out of the void they come, rag doll mannequins hung in
Parade around by bedstead, whispering soft and slow,
Intertwining the tapestries of our minds they leave me wanting,
In Knowing there’s something lost I must find.
‘How come you to sleep so gently when all around is wild?
To see strange worlds, amazing places, you must anticipate the miles’
In a struggle I awoke still half baked from the night before
As Aurora rises over the ocean blue, bluer than before,
I remember the faceless those of featureless qualities.
‘When will you wake child? Are you not to be tamed?
Born wild of the blood moon waning.’
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