Pygmalion (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)

Where he despises and do hate women he chisels the rock
to skilful free the trapped image,
where the supple lines do go against his perceptions
and enraptured he stares at the rock that is becoming an image,
where the most beautiful woman do look upon him lifeless,
where that image becomes to him more than just a rock,
where he looks upon her out of pure love,
thought struck the hammer drops from his strong hands
and he admires every perfect womanly contour,
prays to Venus to send someone like the sculpture,
stand disconcerted when the sculpture moves
and alive is Galatea from that hour,
where constantly he do regard her, love and adore her
and do start a brand new life with her.

[Reference:"Pygmalion" by Elisabeth Eybers.]

© Gert Strydom