I love this poem, I tried to get a lot of imagery in it so I hope as you read it you will see it in your mind.
The Woman in the Stone
The sheet tumbles to the floor
Exposing a mammoth block of stone
This piece of rock will win the award
If only he knew what it was
Slowly and purposely he brings out
Chisels, hammers and stones
They line up like regiments
Ready to follow the master
Retreating to far corners of the room
He watches the light play and dance
On the invisible features
A
pool of shadow collects at the feet
A
single shaft of light spotlights
The
crest of a brow
The
blank block of stone is no longer what he sees
He
sees the shape of perfection
The
woman in the stone
Slowly
she emerges from her prison
With
his hammer and chisel
He
thrusts aside the rock
Leaving
a woman in its place
A
lady he has seen in his dreams
As
a child
As
a boy
And
now as a man
The
mother he never knew
He
had sculpted her hundreds of times
Each
different from the last
This
one a true masterpiece
He
just wished he knew her name…
May
1, 2011
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