The Jabberwock

My stone form has been impenetrable for centuries

One day, a sculptor took my body and transported it into his cold workshop

His chisel is fast at me, whirring with anticipation

It will carve me into a new being, a statue of brilliant marble 

I will never go back to the way I was once that first chip was made

Though I know I would eventually erode into a pebble then nothing more than a grain of grass if there were no sculptor in my story

This change is still all too abrupt and quick

I will become grainy and hard to work with, paining the sculptor and myself

The artist will become weary with the hours invested in me

I too will become tired and break apart

We spend sleepless nights working on the magnum opus of my life

I will have two new eyes and a face, what will people think of me then?

MESSAGE FROM AUTHOR:

“My poem is about change and my fear of it. It is a walkthrough of my feelings the process of change presented in the metaphor of a sculptor and a personified rock. In my work, I try to be very visual, I try to let my audience see and feel what the characters feel. In the poem, I try to convey the change as oncoming but neccesary, and the reluctance the rock feels. In the end the rock accepts that the change happened and is okay with it, but is insecure of how changed they are. I wrote this poem at a time of change, the start of the school year. I was nervous how I will become different in scary junior year but I knew it was inevitable. I also took inspiration for the metaphor because of a recent trip to the MFA with my family, where I saw the “angel of ressurection” and thought of the process that the stone had to go through to create a masterpiece.

I also refer to the rock’s magnum opus as it’s own because it is the art form but it is also the artist in a way.”