Of Pygmalion And Shaw’s Fair Dame Poem by Ghada Shahbender

Of Pygmalion And Shaw’s Fair Dame

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In my search for beauty
I painted this picture of the perfect Other.
I painstakingly sketched.
I added detail, form, light and color.
Over the years I chiseled my Pygmalion.
I wrote the gentleman of Shaw’s Fair Dame.
I gave him ideology and compassion.
I gave him qualifications that would gain him fame.
I placed him on a pedestal of altitude
That no human could possibly attain.
His moral standards I set at a level
That only legendary Knights could maintain.
In my memory I stored my colossus
And let the dust of busy everyday life accumulate.
At the dawn of a sleepless night, I’d clear the dust
And make sure He was immaculate.
Then out of a fairytale dream
My Pygmalion came to life.
I clung on to him
Hoping he’d see me through struggle and strife.
In my mind’s eye he was perfect.
He was the Other, a human free of every fault.
But in my blind quest for beauty
He became a spider and in his web I was caught.
In my struggle for freedom
The lessons of literature I did recall
But from his pedestal
I could not let him fall.
He lashed out, hurt and injured
Scars of his cruelty were everywhere.
But arrogantly He stood above judgment
Only because I had put him there.


A poetic marvel, Shaw would have been proud to read this piece

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Andy Konisberg 10 May 2005

an erudite piece...George Bernard Shaw would approve, I am certain. this is my favourite poem of yours...very strong.

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Mary Nagy 09 May 2005

Great poem. I think we place too many people on pedestals (most of the time against their will) . They always fall........sincerely, Mary

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