Poetry

I remember mimicking lines
curves of this statue
in a courtyard at school.
knew not of the artist
who sculpted this beauty
nor could I tell you
the women waiting patiently
sitting frozen in a moment
simplicity in stone.
Though I tried to create
my version from artist vision
using charcoal, lines begin
running along paper
to invoke a feeling
of a moment I felt
I was the woman
frozen in time waiting
patiently for someone
to break the outer shell
freeing me from the binds
keeping me captive so long.


Written 2007 S.A.B.