Sunday, June 28, 2009

At the Creators of Human Figures Brought to Life by Benevolent Deities Support Group:

by Caylin Capra-Thomas

Geppetto tells Pygmalion that Pinocchio has grown—

and all of him this time, not just his nose—

that just when he got used to having a real boy

around he had to let him go to become a real man.

Pygmalion sighs, exhale emboldening the steam

rising from the complimentary Folgers, unsure

  

if he has discovered yet what it means to be a real

man. Galatea left me, he confesses: She ran off

with that monster, Frankenstein’s boy. Geppetto

can only blink and say, Jiminy Cricket in response

and Have you tried wishing on a star?  Pygmalion

scoffs, pities the old man who, he is sure, has never

  

made love to a woman and who is thus incapable

of understanding his loss, incapable of understanding

the thick panic he feels, imagining the rest of his life

spent not watching Galatea dress in the morning: light

trailing her hips, tracing her spine, puddling at her feet

like a shed robe.  But think—comes Geppetto’s voice,

  

breaking through the memory—of what we created.

Out of plain and honest longing, out of absence: life,

dear carver: life out of extraordinary loneliness.


We are pleased to have Ms. Capra-Thomas host a 2-day poetry workshop this summer! Dates TBA. Information can be found on our website calendar, or call 802.310.5019!