This poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱
Long ago, when Zeus reigned in the sky, and Athens was basking in goblets of gallant glory, a sculptor, gifted Pygmalion stood before his statue, the divine likeness of his desired damsel. He named her Galatea, a beauty so sound, with eyes, of almond shape, and chiseled cheekbones.
He prayed in his mind, “O Aphrodite, lady of Doves, I pray to thee, to make her my wife, the woman that stands birthed by my hands, I implore thee to give her life!”
The goddess, with an amorous heart, listened in awe to his earnest cry, she breathed life to the ivory cheeks, the cold, pale skin blushed with life, eyes lit up with a lover’s delight. The sculptor gasped with an ebullient heart, he held her hand to be greeted with a smile, the bond was made forever to stand, they wedded in joy, Statue and Man.
Years later, I saw you, a beauty so rare, an enigmatic elf. I stalked you through murky midnights, led by the sound of timid tiptoes. I followed your scent of sweet jasmines, I watched you dance in dew-drenched glades. Once, when the night was ripe, I mustered my strength to come before you, to steal a glance of Elysian art, you stood before me, my mystic muse, You froze and stared into my eyes, the stare was blank, a starless night.
took your arm in bold fingertips the ivory skin cold to my touch. You stood still as I watched the scarlet silk glow on your skin. I dared to be drawn closer to you, I felt your warmth in a fleeting spark.
A brushstroke passed, a paint drop spilled, your face sketched on time’s canvass. Yet you stood, without a word, lifeless, with a muted heart.
Then I knew, that the statue was you, I had become, the Anti-Pygmalion.
- Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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