Such skeletal form
In garb of darkest hue
Direct, emotionless gaze
Piercing fashion through
Life’s darker mysteries
In glances so construed
Marching mannequins master
Talents known to few
Down the boulevard
Paparazzi prey
Celebrity in hiding
Venture out this day
Perfect form and face
None will give away
What they gave to get this far
What they must betray
Smokey eyes so gazing
Through your soul, and gone
Nothing real about the
Dreams they wish upon
Step by step they’re coming
As the day’s begun
All the false, dark glitter
Blotting out the sun
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

the lights remain
off
~
maybe
we’re all sleepwalking
Fantastic response…thank you so much! takes the theme to a whole other level! 🙂
Haha…such shallow hollow demigods we idolise.
Very true, thanks Brian!! 🙂 🙂
There have been a couple of scary episodes of Dr. Who over the years that featured mannequins….creepy!
That’s true…my inspiration was a similarly themed Leonard Cohen song, but I can see how it works with Dr Who too! 🙂
very insightful 🙂 the trappings of success, and the wanderlust of it are gurgling within me from reading this. Well done 🙂
Thank you, so much appreciated!! 🙂 🙂
That paints an oddly creepy picture.
It was meant to! It’s kind of my answer/homage to one of my favourite Leonard Cohen tracks “First we take Manhattan’… 🙂
not exactly the “March of the Wooden Soldiers” – I find celebrity worship deplorable
I agree. It was meant to be quite dark and questioning of the whole culture that surrounds it. 🙂
The episode of The Twilight Zone with mannequins freaked me out!! They are scary. Great poem.
Cool, thank you!! 🙂 🙂