Galatea
A poem based on the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea
By Olivia JadePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Here I stand. Here from tusk and tooth,
Here on a plinth for your eyeballing enjoyment
Where you mar me with kisses then
Dissent the missed list of the goddess’s blessing,
I cannot say a word, my lips locked by the
Stature you encased me in. Why am I here?
I am perfection, not a flaw on my skin,
My imperfections chi-chi-chiselled away, confiscated
By carved bone and imagination of your ideal
Inamorata. I am she, gynaikeíos
Galatea, desire of your blood red heart,
Art, before skin sags, just ten moments.
About the Creator
Olivia Jade
Hi! I'm Olivia and I love all sorts of creative outlets, from art to choreography and acting to writing. I write many different genres including fantasy, realism, dystopia, horror, poetry, etc. So I hope you find something just right!
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