A Sonnet / a commentary
The bodies represented in this piece;
They are so realistic and lifelike.
Oft’ I prefer stylized characters o’er
Realism. I find them captivating,
But with some statues, it seems different.
Mayhaps I am just more impressed or wooed
By the statue and sculpture form of art
Rather than that sort with two dimensions.
The musculature and cloth captured in
Stone. How can stone ripple? How can it flow?
Laud the sculptor, Michelangelo.
I imagine myself Pygmalion,
Yet not falling in love with mine own work,
But that of young master Buonarroti!
Not A Sonnet / a description
perfect alabaster, skin of stone
the image of the son of god
the mother recalls childhood
a dismal display
a muscular body awkwardly splayed
draped on a weeping mother's lap
god's son is mary's, too
his wounds are in full view
his face is placid, calm
the mother is strangely calm herself
even in grief, she's the picture of purity
soft hands caress cold skin
carved from marble, white as bone
hewn by michelangelo alone
a young artists rash pride, an ugly scar of self-promotion
forever emblazoned on the virgin's bosom
