indelibly inked

there’s a mess inside my head
where my hair is threaded thru
the birds are living there
…without a care, without you there

she sang a song that said
we had to rhyme it with a lime
eat some jelly by the swimming pool
…without a spoon, for endless time

I fell from grace’s arms
and all the briars stuck inside
they broke my skin and tore my dress
…I lost the mind, I couldn’t find

scatter brain where are you
where’s your mini me, how are you
my number’s not so cryptic
…on the ship, where I was wrecked

did you ever find me
was I lost as you were lonely
were we ever really only
childhood friends

there’s a mess inside my head
where the spider layed her eggs
turning golden in the sun
…you were my one, we were someone

indelibly you inked me
in my veins I ran your bloodline
on my heart I wrote your name
…we were the same, as two are one

spare me not for I would rather
see you shine, I’ll be much duller
bury me beneath the briers
…where no one else will find me

I’d spend myself and all my porcelain
to see you smile again
lived three lives before you found me
…and I’ll live three more again

indelibly inked

© Karin Taylor

Joined February 2008

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Artist's Description

this is I guess about growing up, and letting go of bygone things, and wondering where they really are now…..like the old dolls I played with, with the porcelain faces in the vintage pram, where are they now, how did I get here anyway, when did we part and why, will I ever see you again…the big questions about love and loss, etc…it’s about how the things we experienced in childhood, and growing up into maturity, never really leave without making an impression and how we are all indelibly inked with our past and yet not necessarily defined by it. It’s sort of paradoxical. sort of written from a discarded doll’s perspective. It’s also about the ongoingness of some things, like toys which are passed down from one generation to another, and I pondered the idea, that these dolls have a purpose…to provide companionship for a time…but as we age, we only see them as nostaglic items, not the friends they were to us in childhood.

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