When She Looked by Daegan

by Daegan

That toy which felt so right and fun in play
Looked scratched, and used and plain by day.
The thing that danced and moved in sheer delight
Which caught the dappled fawn's coat light.

Has come to rest and stuck and sat
A meaner object, an abject THAT.

It was the girl's bright thought that moved
a humbler, simpler, goatish, crude
a risk, a twist, a taut bowstring
She plucked its heart and bade it Sing.

Now it rests in a common heap,
Upon the shelf, in sullen sleep.
Til She take it up and once again
bid it dance and delight in

Her sweet clear heart and crystal dream
to a doll's small mind a Par'dise seem.