Stones Cry Out

by Henrietta DuCap

The David by Michelangelo

STONES CRY OUT

A scream sears

the figure’s face–

myth depicted in grit.

Crystals chiseled into

fingerprints press a grip

on marble muscles

and stone seems to soften.

A dark vein travels

up an alabaster arm,

yet the heart is still

made of marble.

Limbs crumble and fall from

the likenesses of those

thought to be eternal.

Frozen, one moment

Has almost become forever—

But even the rock from which

they were born

was formed in

metamorphosis.

HENRIETTA DUCAP

Henrietta DuCap earned her B.A. in Creative Writing from Cornerstone University. She has been published in Surely as the Sun, The Clayjar Review, The Agape Review, Vessels of Light, The Way Back to Ourselves Literary Journal, and Ekstasis. She lives in Lansing, Michigan, with her husband and baby girl.

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