A long time ago, Jackson Rathbone posted a poem online which I wrote a response to. The original poem is the property of Jackson Rathbone, the response is all my work.
Statue by Jackson Rathbone
She dances in the forest shade
in freckles of the sun
slight winds breach the trees’ blockade
and the shade succumbs
A sudden burst of brilliant light
the forest comes alive
illuminating scattered paths
where forest creatures hide
She, revealed, a statue
bleaching in the sun
her skin of stone
a marble tone
her dress a mess
of vines and nests
a kind distress
her mouth
smiles
yes
for a statue
no less
for the trees
leaves dancing
in season
and reason deceived
as she seems to be
dancing, dancing for me
what shadows might allow at night!
when branches dip and sway
the disco moon, a trick of light
she sways on nature’s stage
her holly golightly gave her the reds,
my james dean savior will see me dead
bowing to the inscription a questioning sigh
could something less than rain make a statue cry?
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Statue (A Response) by Lily Crussell.
I was dancing in the forest shade
Hid from your mortal sun
I heard your whispered serenade
And found myself undone
Blinded by your brilliant light
Sleeping limbs came alive
Until the encroaching night
And all the stars arrive
He, revealed, a living man
Brightened by the sun
The sweetest call
A Texan drawl
Eyes of green
Of things between
Barely gleaned
His mouth
Utters
yes
No
Rest
For a man
No less
For an artist
Songs to be sung
Unwritten yet
Muses fleeting
And he seems to be
Singing, singing for me
When my limbs are stilled at night
When strings are plucked and played
His magic brings immortal light
And darkness is betrayed
His Buddy Holly chords gave me sway
My marble limbs enticed him to stay
I become immobile again with a sigh
