They Have No Faces.

To the kids of the in-between.

You may dress me up however you like.

I am your favorite trend.

I am my own best friend.

 

What are you wearing? I'll wear it better.

I can make you look good.

Or just misunderstood.

 

Style over substance is always advised.

"Cool" changes with the times.

Do not get left behind.

 

Gods of fashion, not personality.

I cannot watch you cry.

I cannot hear you sigh.

 

The unfurling fabric, the fading dye.

We are better, it's true.

And we can't even move.

 

Blank expression, moral androgeny.

Upon your skin you pledge.

Forever cutting edge.

 

Rigid composure, the cult of couture.

Real enough to taste this.

But we have no faces.

Author's Note

Okay, so I don't know whether or not this was totally obvious, but this entire poem is pretty much about mannequins. But there is also a lot of fashion-related metaphor and conspiracy here, too, so let me know what you think.

Reviews

[paparapapa]

Oooh. Mannequins didn't cross my mind when I read this. I only thought of those people who live for fashion like models or something, but I read it again and some of the lines finally made sense. Well, anyway, the subject of this poem is quite interesting and you added a creative twirl and a mysterious air to it making the poem intriguing. This poem definitely made me think and I loved the last line specially. That made the most impact for me. Great job. :)

[Mary C]

Grammar flaw, I cannot help but mention it. "They have no faces"...should read "They do not have any faces."

[Ness of Love]

I wouldn't have guessed mannequins, but now that I know its about mannequins, I can see them when I reread this!

[Thea]

Aw...I didn't thought of mannequins in this poem but it made me think while reading it...Very interesting...This poem introduces so much creativity...Great work!
:)))

[Shy Girl]

I was going with fabrics for the characters. (the different trends caught me on that thought impression) Anyway, you made a very crafty poem here. It can be taken as either a living human being trying to find themselves or as you have pointed out a stationary statue. (always wanted to call them that) This made me want to think and read on...I love "thinker" poems. Means that you gave it a touch of mystery and that is a wonderful quality to posess when writing. (that's my own opinion anyway) Draws the reader in and is a refreshing change from lovey, tragic heartbreak, and even loss type poems. Just a refreshing change..thank you for sharing :)