In the world of nightmares
don’t journey to
the Island of the Dolls
where plastic specters
are suspended from ghoulish trees
watching all
how they beckon you
to journey forth
your weaknesses marked
your darkness explored
floating through the canals
sailing over spirits
laying in watery sleep
this land, lush and lying
the lurid and creepy…whispering
less than hallowed tales
the sweet cadence of misery
sinking into bones…
Oh little girl
who never rests
washed from the canals
the weeping wails
clouding water with tears
the refugee hermit
he found you there
hung the dolls
in those jagged branches
appeasing in remorse
no pudo salvarla
decaying dolls
now multiplied over the years
never ending, offending
vessels for spirits
desiring more souls
to spill out upon
this haunted ground….
Hairs are standing up on the back of my neck! Well done. 🙂
Thank you, Joan. I saw this on TV the other night…then I tried to go to bed, ha ha!
Creepy! My daughter would appreciate…
This was on TV the other night, I probably should not have been watching so late, ha ha.
Great writing!! I have seen videos of the island. Soooo spooky!
Thank you, Alexis. I saw it on Ghost Adventures the other night. No way would I actually go there! 😀
Right?!? Nightmares for the rest of our lives. 😱
I’ve seen some scary photos of that place. Super creepy. You capture it perfectly, Lana. Gave me the chills!
My daughter was never really into dolls, thank God. After this I’d have been calling the authorities to round them up (I wouldn’t go anywhere near them!) and march them to a far away charity shop. (Hopefully not the dolls marching). Thanks LT for scaring the wits out of me. Again. 🙂
Ha ha, Phil….I don’t know why I’m writing horror now. I really never have before. I don’t have any dolls in my house, lol. Guess there is no need for anyone to plan a visit to that island. 😀
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Thank you so much 😀
THIS is why I never gravitated to dolls as a child, Lana! Something about all that clammy, plastic skin — and those staring, glassy eyes — that just screams for a horror story. Thanks for doing it justice!
Oh Debbie they do sound scary when you put it that way, ha ha. I actually did play with a few dolls when I was little, but now dolls creep me out. I saw a TV show about this island right before I went to bed…not a good move 🙂
Uh-oh, I’d have never slept a wink! I rank dolls right up there with mimes and clowns, neither of which I like, ha! Good thing I had a son instead of a daughter!
You were fortunate like that, ha ha. I had two girls also. There was no telling WHAT was lurking in their closets!
great and nice poetry. Greetings
Greetings! Thank you so much for the lovely compliment.
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Spooky nursery story … dolls and clowns, oo-oo-ooh!
Wonderful and eerie. 🙂
Thank you, Debby!
🙂
Nice word play.
Thank you, Camie 😀
My sister and my daughter have both always been afraid of doll babies. I want to forward them this piece, but I really know I shouldn’t! Great work!
Ha ha, I know that feeling! Thank you so much 😀
Oh, this is seriously scary…I’ve got goosebumps! Terrific effective writing, Lana. Luckily my old dolls are up in the loft – not sure I could look at them after this! 😀😀 As always you manage to surprise me and that’s great! Is this a real place? Just wondering after reading some of the comments.
Thank you, Annika. Yes it is a real place with an interesting history. I was watching a tv show about it one night, then tried to go to bed. Will I ever learn? Ha ha 😀