All Of Them Dolls

Another day, another poem.  


All Of The Dolls
by Nathan Taylor

All of them dolls

With painted eyes

With pulled back hair

With perfect figures

All of them dolls

With long necks

With bent arms

With pointed feet

All of them dolls

One hand on the barre

One hand by their side

One leg stretched in front

All of them dolls

Not a finger out of place

Not a limb out of line

Not a smile from their lips

All of them dolls

Their ankles strained

Their toes blistered

Their arms cramped

All of them dolls

Perfecting their strength

Perfecting their art

Perfecting themselves

All of them dolls

Unaware of their beauty

Unaware of their perfection

Unaware of my gaze

All of them dolls