Troll to Doll
Poem Inspired by My Time in Iceland
Did you hear about that troll from the mountains?
You’ll know when you see her diving in waterfalls.
Blonde pigtails wrapped in a green ribbon
And toenails shaped as swords
Never seen without wearing a vikings skull.
Legend says it was her first husband.
Well my point is, she came all the way from Iceland
To come to the Jeremy Kyle to prove that one of the big football players from Liverpool is the father to her six year old son.
If it’s true, I’d like to know where and how.
If it’s not true, it wouldn’t surprise me.
But know we will never know, because she never showed up.
The audience were looking forward to meeting her and hoped to get a look at her teeth.
Her relatives launched a campaign to find her, but had no success.
Perhaps she was lost.
Perhaps the sun took her.
There was a lead, when the people of Blackpool wondered why there was a statue of Victoria Pollard in the middle of the road.
They were sure it was her, but the authorities wouldn’t talk.
One son reckoned she was murdered cause her skull was gone. It was her no doubt, there was no denying it.
There are no trolls in Blackpool they were led to believe.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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