The Sculptor recoils at the mess made

♦

The stone may remain
a mark, a mary,
an adam or a bone,
and thus, it surpasses us.

Immortal or always dead-
This
does not explain
heat retention
or justify the cold
kept on and in.

♦

Medusa met her match in a mirror,
a moment forestalled by the vividness-
as perpetual disturbance or hair on end-
as in, the felt self
never having been
so repulsed before

She,
sentenced to see, only.
Muted.
She makes more matter
for company-posterity,
as in a collective semblance
with what is given.

♦

By stone, in stone
the smallest settle
together. Bolder.

Be-cause con-crete crystals,
gold dust flecks spark-les
closer to the smooth surface.

Reflection, like passing winds
erode the images cast in like-ness
breaks down
all That
the stone hoped to be.

♦


Painting by Jean-Léon Gérôme, Pygmalion, and Galeta in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Water bearer

The gargoyle has a better

vantage point,

which explains the smirk.

Tho' he'll never tell

what goes on

over our heads,

while we lie

in bed

wandering in dreams

it seems...

'Twas Medusa that said,

Look at me, wait right here for me,

I will give you eternity-

and after a while

of peering at the gargoyles smile

clear as day

the words

came dripping out,

Try

first

to be happy

as you are

just in case 

this is your final face,

and then it began

to rain again. 

Image By Patchy at de.wikipedia (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.