A Doll's House

A Doll’s House  

                                          

Observe the finest detail

Of this perfect, tiny, tidy showcase

Everything in its rightful place

Sitting silently

Waiting for someone larger than life itself

To call, to come and play

To bring activity and energy

Into this lifeless land

See how carefully the maker has toiled

How exactly his model replicates reality

With its inter-connected rooms

Its attics, basements and cellars

Doors and floors, halls and walls

A side that opens to the outside

Revealing to wider inspection

That anyone may peer inside

With a genial God-like presence

And watch the goings-on

Of this toy-land territory

Made in matchless miniature

Look how finely-wrought the furniture

The kitchen’s pixie pots and pans

Woollen carpets and silver cutlery

Notice how small the figures

Stiffened little people

Tiny tokens of a household

Scaled-down and smaller than any doll

But still too large to be in right proportion

To the rest of their wooden world

How beautiful, how ideal it all appears

And yet how quiet, dusty and dormant

And how empty this small community

Undisturbed by cries of living children

A shining showpiece

That is a house and yet not a home

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2015