‘O’ is for October
Ophelia Orphania
A poem about a little rag doll

Ophelia Orphania of bright orchid-pink tresses open wide her oasis eyes bimbo lips painted on kisses
others raise their eyebrows object to young missy’s dresses “Ooh la la,” they tut and twitter “such skimpiness offends us!”
our Ophelia doesn’t care off she goes, takes her chances on her bound tippy-toes how she loves ballet dances
Ophelia, the little orphan occupier of keepsake boxes officially the only doll DD made from scratch with stitches
© Carolyn Hastings 2022
My darling daughter (DD) discovered Ophelia last weekend in one of the many storage boxes she was sorting through.
“Hey, Mum, look — it’s Ophelia!”
She studied the little rag doll more intently.
“What a bimbo!” she declared with a laugh and discarded her into a garbage bag.
We hadn’t seen Ophelia in years. I vaguely remember my daughter making her out of scraps of fabric left over from when I sewed a lot of my children’s and my own clothes.
I retrieved the doll from the bag and took a closer look. She was very crudely made but cute in a ragamuffin sort of way. “She’s like a spunky Orphan Annie.”
“Ophelia the Orphan,” DD said.
That’s when the penny dropped.
I’ve written this piece for Paper Poetry’s ‘O’ is for October prompt. The prompt is running through to the end of October so there’s still time to join in. You can learn more about the prompt here –
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