This is for dverse again. I promised myself no more poems today, but a friend is on her way to Rome, so this sculpture has been on my mind.
You carved me
In the moment of transition,
The victory of change,
When I armoured myself
With my own skin.
Flesh transformed into
Wood transformed into
Stone
As if I have hardened
Over the years
Frozen here
In my fear
And my hope.
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I love the transition of being frozen… wonderful sculpture with that perfect touch of mythology
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I love this sculpture. I love Bernini – he’s a bit of an obsession of mine – though I think he was a bit of a bastard in his personal life. His sculptures are amazing, so well thought out, incredibly detailed. If you are ever in Rome, make a point of seeking some of them out. #fangirl
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I am even more a fan of Rodin… #bastardtoo
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Oh I must somehow see this sculpture! I still see the girl in both these pictures so must imagine her disappearing into a tree…..it must be beautiful to behold. And then, that word “transition” becomes even more meaningful in your words here. “…as if I have hardened over the years…” I love these words. If we think for a moment of her, posing, sitting quietly, her curves, soft hair, her thoughts — perhaps her voice, her lips — a creature, a woman of softness — turned into stone and hardened over the time, during the time she emerges. Oh my — my mind just runs with this. So very very glad you stopped by and imbibed with art and words! 🙂 Wonderful!
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Thank you, and thank you for enjoying the picture. It’s always nice to share something you love.
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I am struck by this phrase, especially:
“The victory of change”
I am learning this week to appreciate sculpture in a whole new light. Thank you for sharing a piece you love.
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“Frozen here in my fear and my hope”…your words are art.
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Oh I love the transition- from flesh to wood to, finally, stone. I think this speaks beyond the physical transformation with those fears and hope left frozen in time. Brilliant piece!
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Captured just as the conquest seems imminent. Static, she remains forever free. Your words are the tender song to which they dance! Well done!
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Thank you. I think you just wrote a poem there…
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Captured forever in the limbo of change. Yes, I can see how that would leave one living forever with both fear and hope.
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This is sooo beautiful!!!
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perfect lines for the sculpture, i specially love that touch of myth elevating it to a level it deserves…beautiful….
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