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Stone

Marble Venus on Feb 10, 2009
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My take on the myth of Galatea.

A beauty taken from the stone
Before her master lies
And over his skilled hands
Keeps watch with agate eyes

With tired eyes he tries to coax
Her ruby lips to move
But that, for her, impossible
A task shall ever prove

He finds her still incapable
Of any human cries
And so, as silent as before
The marble maiden dies

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  • BullwinkleMuse on Mar 16, 2010

    Other than a mild hiccup in the meter in line 3, this is an admirable treatment of the Pygmalian myth. I’ll be looking for more from you.

  • BullwinkleMuse on Mar 16, 2010

    Speaking of hiccups, that should have read “Pygmalion”. :-D

  • I Have Had Enough on Mar 16, 2010

    Very nice; but I would have liked to see more on the theme.

  • RS Wing on Mar 16, 2010

    That is a fine piece of poetry. Definitely looking for more of this. Great meter and rhthym.

  • Duff D Moss on Mar 16, 2010

    I bet he never got any though. Imagine how cold a wife made from stone would be.

  • Karen Gross on Mar 16, 2010

    Nice poem. I like the little sigh of dramatic flair at the end.

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