Written by Lost in a Dream
A neat row of marble statues either side of the path,
They certainly looked impressive under the street lights.
Symmetrical and complete.
Smooth marble so glossy I could almost see my reflection.
Yet, when I look into their eyes I can feel no story,
Just an empty, soulless stare.
I held their hands and tried to make a connection.
But I found them cold and hard.
Away from path, hidden among the undergrowth,
Their contemporaries gather:
A collection of stone angels
Sinking in the mud.
Their features rugged and incomplete.
In the knot of shrubbery,
With half-formed wings,
An incomplete angel offers a rugged hand.
Through the angel’s abrasive hands,
The sculptor carves his pain.
I could feel it, experience it.
It spoke more than a volume of polished prose.
If you enjoyed this beautiful poem by Lost in a Dream you’ll be pleased to hear that she has several more published in Inkblots! Here is a link to one of our favourites; “Masquerade“.