Oh past, speak out!

CaptureYou can be no stone – neatly carved
Nubile dancer – yes
Dressed only in jewellery
and flower around neck;
Yet so alive, so charming
Unlike no masonry
I’ve ever seen.

Those pliable arms – perfectly bend
Over head, and your legs
Voluptuous – yes
But you lithe gracefully
that pose –
Is a moment of stillness,
As if it’s your show on the court
You’d turn any moment now
and let your anklets sing.

Who created you? Those luscious curves
The phenomenal plasticity
Emotionally driven poise and
Etched out male fantasy
But do I see a drop of tear
trickling down stone cheeks?

Are there marks on your wrists?
Oh lady!
Don’t be a muse of past
Speak out, speak out
Am here to hear your story.


Join me on my poetics prompt tonight on Dversepoets – where we talk about ancient muses. Here I have used an image from Khajuraho. The beauty of the stone statue is appreciated by millions of viewers, but very little is known about who inspired the artists. I have tried to find an answer in my own ways.


 

19 thoughts on “Oh past, speak out!

    • Thanks Bjorn – I tried to build a story around her – what we know is from the artwork that it is very little – what if there was more? What if she was not free? I am actually working on a long piece and this is the introduction….

  1. I have so much respect for sculptors. It is so unforgiving then you are taking away from the stone and not adding to a canvas or whatever. Your thoughts at the end, on being a male fantasy – then tying that to marks on her wrist, the tear on her cheek. Perhaps the tear is from being limited to a fantasy. I think she would appreciate us taking the time to hear her story, regardless.

  2. i like that you’re willing to let her talk and listen to her stories… we have a local sculptor who carves women out of wood – voloptuous as well and with red painted toenails and they have lots of character

  3. An interesting quandary, for what was the sculptor/artist/writer truly trying to convey? Michelangelo used to stare at a stone allowing the form within to reveal itself. Your sculptor found a way to embrace realism, where others strive for abstractism. To dig further, searching for intent, the rest of the story, says more about the seeker than the artist.

  4. ThEre is no God’s human beauty..
    like the naked flesh of male
    or female and lies and tales
    the truth between those
    polar gender opposites
    that live in spectrum
    of human being..
    God’s truth
    lives on
    in naked
    human flesh..:)

  5. A beautiful sculpture, and such a lifelike pose – examining the sole of her feet, it seems to me. But then you add that disquieting suggestion and that makes me look twice… and you’re no longer sure that this is entirely joyful. I too wonder about her story and I look forward to reading more of your poetry about this.

  6. So many times, women seem to be free but many times, they are imprisoned. Your poem brings us her story which all too many times, has happened for so many centuries in so many parts of the world.

  7. I love the way it begins and love the closing lines. I always thought if somehow I could talk to them. Its beautiful in the Ajanta and the Ellora and many other temples here in India.

    Are there marks on your wrists?
    Oh lady!
    Don’t be a muse of past
    Speak out, speak out
    Am here to hear your story.

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