Love’s Coming

by Thomas Davis

As bright as any stone alive with mind,
Pygmalion touched his statue’s stony lips
And told sweet Venus that he’d strike her blind
If stony thighs were not made fleshy hips.

Cold Venus smiled a stony smile and laughed.
She put Medusa’s mask upon her lovely face.
Pygmalion stared at stone-wild eyes half daft,
Afraid of stone, still filled with hope for grace.

With wily wonder in her lovelost look,
Sweet Venus snaked her hair into the night.
Pygmalion’s mind turned stone, his flesh, cold, shook
With fears inspired by stone’s wild face of fright.

Then Venus smiled with warmth, took off her mask.
Pygmalion’s love fled stone. Alive at last!

4 Comments

Filed under Poetry, Thomas Davis

4 responses to “Love’s Coming

  1. Having reposted a poem of Ethel’s to “Ben Naga”, might I do the same with this little gem?

  2. Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
    Another gem from Four Windows Press; this time from Tom.

  3. delightful poem indeed, Ben. Thank you for sharing.

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