| Inspired by the phrase ‘Talking of Michelangelo’ taken from ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ by T. S. Eliot. This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project |
I could search
the salons
with their waters
deep
swimming
in the to and fro
the shoals
and reefs
of discourse
and insinuation
always
on the look out
and always with an ear
an eye
with a modicum
of my attention
waiting for a reference
a passing glimpse
of dusted smock
the sound
of a chisel
being struck
and striking
it is his art
his heart
I
secretly seek
the shape
of marble
signed
by the life
that is his name
I socialise
and mingle
all the time
I filter
for the sound
one word
his name
michelangelo
and I dare not
be the one
to raise it
not I
the mention
no
but
if I can direct
a wisp
of conversation that way
misdirect
to begin the chance
of talk
then
only then
might I attend
with all my longing
for unveiled references
to michelangelo
the statues stand
I am small
carven bodies
consume
all of my air
until
I
have to leave
can take no more
but
filled
I am
with the presence
of that man
the maker
and I pronounce
my words
in a low voice
or
a whisper
I speak softly
of
the michelangelo
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