dollhouse

Picture this, I said by way of gestures, and less of word:

dreamscapes & lemondrops
discomfitures & dollhouse memory
     (i dress pretty one day)
          over tea, biscuits, the telly
               and her rye
               (always, there is rye)

keepsake those now,
     those nicotine bones,
     those tar stained ivories
          all in tow with the
mustperfumed gingham of a 
     silent generation
          slipping to broken stone