Sonnet, Attempted

​​​​​​​His hands sculpt perfection from clay

and granite and wood. From his fingers

soft features blossom, becoming figures

of beauty and peace in their own way.

He moves them, makes them face away

from unfinished imperfection, sinners

from birth, from creation, defilers

of His workshop. They had no say.


She was crafted from bone,

a feeble mind to be dominated

by the fallen. She is left to grieve

with a body half-sculpted, scars sewn

into layers of marrow. Forgotten,

she is His sorry attempt at Eve. ​​​​​​​

Name of your School: 
Appomattox Regional Governor's School
Homeroom Teacher: 
Cindy Cunningham
S-5 Grades 11-12