Marble Carving

Wrote this after a trip to a museum...inspiration can come from anywhere!

 

Such a savvy artist,
You had your choice of many mediums
Iron, Concrete or even Alabaster
Yet, you never once paid heed to them

You brought me into your studio
Took care not to make one scratch
Running your calloused hands over my form
Apart of me felt at home at last

You didn’t start to work on me right off
Night after night just sitting and staring
At my square shape, I guess contemplating
My inner soul that was in need of baring

One early morn, you finally approached
With hammer and chisel in hand
You could have used so much force in your blows
Having the arms of a powerful man

Yet your touch was as gentle as a butterfly
Your nimble fingers molded and shaped
While bits of me stung in your eyes
I wondered when you would seek your escape

Day after day you meticulously worked
Until in the far mirror, I spied a form
Woman, oh definitely, you made me beautiful...
Yet my eyes were still so forlorn

As I watched your progress,
Careful orchestration of every curve
The twisting and contorting of your body
Left my marble mouth filled with unspeakable words

At last you finished and accessed your handiwork
My emotions for you were near starving
Until I realized that you made me your absolute equal
In the form of a marble carving

Reviews

[DC Gentleman]

Art is so wonderful.. love this.. and like the other reviewer.. stone with human emotion is a clever piece to this poem..

I love it..

[Nautili]

a real Pygmalion feel, i liked that you wrote from the viewpoint of the marble. It seemed the more it starting taking on a human shape, the more human emotions and thoughts it possessed. Thought it was cool how you did that.