Goddess in Stone

[Dark Muse]

Goddess in Stone

Your white marble laughter
peels apart my flesh
and I know by the look in your eyes
this was your intent.

Stale smoke hovers between us,
and I am left flayed
by your twisting ideal
of everything I never could be.

Sour smiles greet me across the room
and I wish that I knew how
to splinter your reserve.

You keep my eyes sewn open
while I am spoon fed upon the remains
of your demise, but the bitterness
becomes like water to me.

Perhaps a touch too metallic
but the aftertaste I learn to adapt to,
and it is the only lingering
part of you I can hope to receive.

Like an abstract monument
you have been crafted of all
sharp corners, that are made
to cut and bleed.

Still pristine in the weathering years,
you are never the one to erode,
but with every passing day I feel my
flesh begin to rust away.

You are immoveable as stone,
and on these broken legs,
bone shatters like glass beneath your touch,
I try to crawl my way to the open door.

But as if in a dream,
of toxic oil stained rainbows
it only drifts farther away
with every nail breaking
step I take.

[Greymure]

I really like the imagery

[PrinceMyshkin]

Hard to believe that this came from the same eloquent pen that produced your last posted sonnet, each a triumph in its own way.

[dizzydoll]

I found this poem very difficult to comment on. It is very deep and speaks of the slow healing beginning to take place in worthiness.

[hillwalker]

An incredibly powerful poem - the first two lines in particular snatch one's breath away.

'You keep my eyes sewn open' is also a killer line - facing something you would rather not have to acknowledge yet having the choice to dismiss it taken away from you.
There is almost a sadistic or masochistic edge to the whole tone of the poem - which adds rather than detracts rom its strength.

This piece works on so many levels I could read it a dozen times and arrive at a different interpretation each time.

Wonderful

H

[Dark Muse]

Hard to believe that this came from the same eloquent pen that produced your last posted sonnet, each a triumph in its own way.

Thank you!

Yes this is a return back to my old dark roots, and a play upon the ice queen archtype of which I frequently draw on in my poetry.