The Dollmaker

The Dollmaker
by me(whatever)
related to The Town Doll's Midsummer Song

They pirouette the sun,
in the middle of our bonfire
their voices ring like angels,
their wings in the mire.

Porcelain faces, almond eyes,
dressed in the clothing of the dead.
The village laughs and dances,
as though lead by a thread.

In the moonlit night,
they follow a masquerade.
With the masks of the lost,
they frolic for our aide.

tugging against clockwork strings,
the smoke disappears their hands.
The pearl rings across his arms
resembling a pair of wedding bands.

The village has left,
yet their red shoes remain.
Across the midnight darkness
the fire begins to wane.

One by one they drop,
with the ashes of the sun.
He sighs and trundles them back;
the midsummer's dance is done.