Saturday, December 15, 2012

Imaginary Garden with Real...Dolls.....


Once, long ago, when I was very young,
I was told to put my imagination away.
It won't do , they said, to speak of fantastical things;
of dancing with goats and a yellow dog which sings.
And hats are not for ponies as that is very strange.
 The rules say you must be ordinary. 
Normal, like us.
My brother paid me a dollar not to speak.
I took it.
~MF 2012

Today's REAL TOADS challenge is a Doll Challenge and what wonderful dolls they are!
I was drawn to the particular doll pictured here-absolutley LOVE the creativity of the artist!- but I urge you have a wee peek at the rest of the creations over at Real Toads-and some of the writing they inspired as well.
How magical that they they will be infused with this special life!
Thank you so much for sharing!
Have a creative day!


Teresa said...

I love what you've done with this! I'm so glad you took the dollar and then decided to be creative anyhow. The world is a richer place for your creativity!

Margaret said...

!! This is awesome and I LOVE it. So glad you chose this as it really was a charming doll as well in person (they all were)

So glad you are NOT normal "like us".

Kerry O'Connor said...

How excellent, Mimi. I can see this doll as an embodiment of childhood imagination ready to be boxed and stored out of sight. I hope you never fully lost that child-like sense of possibility.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Good for you - you made a profit and kept your creativity!

Kay L. Davies said...

I hope this isn't truly autobiographical. My parents encouraged all of us to use our imaginations, but one of my siblings decided to squash imagination in the next generation. So sad.
Well done, Mimi. A great choice of doll and poem.

Helen said...

Dancing with goats ... singing dogs, an everyday happening at my house! Delightful!!!

Mama Zen said...

This is just excellent!

Anonymous said...

This is totally awesome. I loved it all, but the ending was fantastic. For just a second, I thought "How sad to feel muted." But then there was the "aha" you intended with the smarty taking the dollar and then becoming a poet, as if he was daring her to be defiant.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

They spend so many of our early years stuffing us into boxes, and we spent the rest of our life climbing out. Loved this poem!

Ella said...

I love your poem! I have people today that wish I would tuck mine away...won't do it! I enjoyed your poem~

Susie Clevenger said...

Love it! My mom wasn't big on imagination..she told me a time or two to put mine away. It didn't work. :)