Stone Deliquescence

form of Shakespearean sonnet

 

She trembles and shivers with tremulous sighs,

Frozen in time by boreal wind,

Her hands, she removes from his cold wanting eyes,

Shaken with awe, then they sculpt once again,

She carves and she chisels his chest and his case,

Feeling his form, his masculine frame

To reminisce past and its harrowing trace;

Broken by time, she hallows his name:

“O Lover of mine whose warm hold I recall,

Hold me once more and embrace my lost kiss!”

And Venus from sorrow fulfilled this grieved call,

Pouring warm life where once was abyss.

The statue moved forth with his arms open wide,

And his sculptor sang out and ran to his side.