2 June 2012
A doll within a doll,
A layer inside a layer,
Person in a person,
Here beside there,
Line you up like soldiers
As you march along my floor,
Then pop you back in one by one
Don't want six of you no more.
A head lying over there
The other half in my hand,
Then I twist you back together
Wood on wood, a squeaky sound.
Little cupid lips
Delicately painted on,
Dark rimmed eyes and coal-like hair
Who knows where you came from.
Do your sisters still search
For the babe in Bethlehem?
Do you all turn down the kings
When they ask you to pay homage with them?
Little woman inside big woman
That's all you seem to be,
But so much more, oh so much more!
Were you to me.
Babushka • Opuss № I