I built a golden temple
inside the contours of his
ribcage
and I
placed my praying
hands around his fruit laden alter.
The cold planes of his face
are crafted to be like seashells,
hollow and drenched in salt
(the water evaporated to
that hidden place beyond
the sun.)
There is no eternal flame
resting inside his solid chest,
strong and hard as marble,
(and yet I can grasp his
silent heart like a knife.)
I am no Pygmalion
Author notes
prompt = http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/9814-Rainer-Maria-Rilke-Torso-of-an-Archaic-Apollo
the myth of pygmalion and galatea
*pygmalion is a sculptor and he creates a beautiful statue of a woman that he falls in love with. venus makes the woman, galatea, become alive.
meh, not my best, but i LOVE the prompt!
In a list
A contest entry
- Poetry Prompts by Polaja.
1750 points, ended May 6, 2008, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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Very awesome, creative, bare of excess but wealthy of images. Bravo.
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I really like the inclusion of Pygmalion, and the take on the prompt was beautiful... your imagery still amazes me, this is a poem to read again and again - thank you for your entry, I enjoyed the read
Keep writing
Polly
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