Echoes in Stone

Echoes in Stone

The sculptor's hands,
dry and cracked from effort and dust,
move over the stone,
hewing, smoothing, rubbing
fingers brushing off the dust,
caressing the newly made shape,
feeling for imperfections,
tracing the shape made in his image,
the curves of his face,
shoulders and chest
abdomen and back,
the beautiful arches of his eyebrows,
the rounded lines of his eyelids
the fullness of his lips.

Such sensual stone,
carrying whispered echoes of passion,
of pain, of love, of tears, of strength, of beauty.

Judith Morgan