I wrote this last year at this time:
Someone coaxed you gently
out of stone and clay
someone tried to give you life
from marble and a little paint.
They twisted your smile into a scream
they gave you the face of a beast
then they set you away and placed you up high
where gentle human eyes cannot reach.
But I will come up after you,
I will gently carry you down
I will give you a home among my cats and dog
and place you where it’s always warm.
I will name you beautiful grotesque
and you can call me the same.
I wasn’t forged in stone or clay
but sometimes I feel that way.
RDP Monday: PULCHRITUDINOUS