The Pythian Sybil at the Philadelphia Museum of Art
Cast in bronze, captured
Frozen
Still
Set into motion by the artist
Against my
Will
Fabric pooling in metallic drippings
Supple
Cold
All too aware of the dangers
Lurking
Foretold
No words escape my lips
Oracle
Silence
My prophesies desired yet my lips are
Still
Tense
The sculptor knows not what he’s plays at
Foolish
Arrogant
While I cannot speak the words slide from my tongue
Forward
Slant
My thoughts clatter to the floor
Stepped on
Trample
My warnings are ignored
The Pythian
Sybil
About the Creator
C.Z.
A slightly inspired, barely motivated, lover of fact and fiction
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