The sparkle in my eyes —
were like jewels wildy cold.
I was the mineral, the rules
that turned your alabaster
into putty for my hands.
I fell in love with you —
and once you’ve left I saw
how eyes can only shine
in presence of your light.
Pygmalion by Franz Stuck
At toads Kerry wants to have a poem in less than 10 lines inspired by the last lines of James Wright’s poem “The jewel”. I will link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning as well.
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July 17, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautiful poem. I loved the last two lines, delightful to read!
Love emits its light, surely a gem of a poem
much love…
Redheads. Are they the archetype of muses? And how that pale nakedness can burn with darkness — well, that’s why we worship dark emeralds.
Such an incredibly passionate write, Bjorn! 🙂
That William is a smooth liar. 😉
Tell him I really like the third line. It’s unexpected and interesting. And this is a very sweet poem.
Beautiful.
Wondering if this is really love….with the sparkle like jewels wildly cold. Quite a contrast from the last two lines which DO seem to express the warmth of love.
What a turn (once planted)
Regret is a terribly dark thing… yes, it is.
Quite something those eyes that can turn alabaster to putty!!!!
Whatever the art form love comes easy to the creator as if it their beloved child.
Oh, I particularly like that last line! You’re waxing Metaphysical. 🙂
Love surely is the breath of life. Nicely done.
great choice – Pygmalion – falling in love with the unreal
Stunning imagery here Bjorn
You have really dug deeply through the emotional recesses of love or maybe even obsession.
Thanks Bjorn.
the gems of light should feel warm, not cold – the true sparkle is a beauty to behold.
I especially love your two closing lines. Beautiful, Bjorn.
There’s a nagging thought that the “wildly cold” may have had something to do with her leaving. A passionate read, Bjorn!
I really like those closing lines!
wistful. love is like that, right? a rock to the head!
🙂 ah, Love.
Your eyes like moons reflecting her sun?
Stellar ending, Bjorn!
A lovely, sensual piece brilliantly book-ended with a linked starting and closing couplet.
I think I would classify this as a “too late” poem: I didn’t realize until too late how much you meant to me.
How can a person observe their own eyes? In the mirror, I suppose. In any event, I can feel the emotion here, and strongly.
Nice write I liked the putty for my hands…bkm