MANNEQUIN

MANNEQUIN

I stand here in the corner of this dusty shop window

Half facing the street outside, with a reflective stance

As if I were contemplating such a tenuous existence

For some time now, left here alone and abandoned

Missing my colleagues, so many absent silent friends

There were days when colourful fashion dominated

Each pose selected and adjusted for effective display

Albeit still and focussed, we were in good company

But now, ever since this store closed some time ago

They left, perhaps for another location and its view

Or worse, limbs and torsos dismantled for disposal

I wonder if their heads with sightless eyes still stare

As do mine, slightly ashamed at my pale nakedness