STONEHENGE POEM 4

A dull light is cast over today and we hide in the house working away.

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"Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing." Kenneth Grahame

The Doll’s House

The light casting a shadow shades the form,

A house made for a doll waited patiently,

Tall and austere its gravity in miniature,

The windows lit their sparkle reflected the morn.

How brightly does the sun reflected shine,

The colours paled in the unrepentant rays,

The angular edge too sharp for realism,

Edging the line between fantasy and time.

It too has its place in the World,

A society confined with the playroom,

Here in these rooms plays a little girl,

The romance of her dreams in form unfurled.

I look at the doll’s house no longer young,

To play in those rooms is not a game for me,

Instead my child inherits this treasure,

It is for her now her life having just begun.

"I like these people swarming on the sidewalks, wedged into a little space of houses and canals, hemmed in by fogs, cold lands, and the sea streaming like a wet wash. I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere." Albert Camus