Porcelain Dolls

 

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Porcelain Dolls

Secret they are, sealed,

like a plate of eyes.

They’re all exact expressions

of the one soul.

I fear to call. What should they hear me?

Something in me isn’t ready. 

I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood. 

 

GloPoWriMo Day 30 - a cento

I used Poetry Foundation's collection of food poems. 

Here is the poem, once again, with annotations: 

Porcelain Dolls (annotated)

Secret they are, sealed,

Oystering, by Richard Howard

Like a plate of eyes.

Blackberry Picking by Seamus Heaney

they’re all exact expressions

of the one soul,

A Display of Mackerel by Mark Doty

I fear to call. What should they hear me

Harvest Song by Jean Toomer

Something in me isn’t ready 

September Tomatoes by Karina Borowicz

I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood 

Blackberrying by Sylvia Plath