Gilded gears glisten from within
the chambers of her gold-heart.
Shielded only by typewriter-ribs,
attached to a jumprope-spine.
Her eyes were mismatched golf balls.
There was a trumpet in her left arm.
Rainbow alphabet magnets
and chewing gum made her whole.
He built her from his treasures.
She was not beautiful,
but she was everything
that he had ever loved.
Right up to the moment
when she started to move.
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I love this poem! The image of Galatea built from the things someone like Pygmalion would treasure is great. And the last two lines too my breath away.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much; I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
DeleteMy work life has become very busy lately, and I have not had as much time to look through what others have been writing during NaPoWriMo as I would like... I'm hoping to be able to have some quiet time this weekend, though! Happy writing, and good luck!
I'm not participating in NaPoWriMo this year. Though I have been blogging more lately, it's mostly musings in prose. Healing for the Healthy has been in my blogroll since NaPo in 2010, so I've just been enjoying your daily infusion of poetry into my reader :-)
Delete"Penelope" was also excellent.
Best wishes for the rest of the month.
Thank you! :-)
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