with the sculpture (I am filled)

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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