Novus Ordo Seclorum
They say Michelangelo lay on his back
To point God’s index finger across the chapel ceiling.
A common misconception—he stood and bent awkwardly
And wrote sonnets about back pain.
The colours sing of strong arms, of Rome’s new lineage,
Muscles taut from shoulder to wrist.
Silent Sibyls. Chin on palm. Fleshy fingers marking the page. Smudged ink.
Putti rolling around all overgrown after a hearty meal.
Prophets with writer’s block—nothing heavenly in this.
To people the sky, Michelangelo
Painted over the stars.
Olivia J. Kiers
Olivia J. Kiers is an editorial assistant with Art New England magazine, and lives near Boston, MA. She holds a master's in the history of art and architecture from Boston University, and an undergraduate degree in French and fine arts from the University of Virginia. Her poetry and photography have been published in Literary Laundry, Local Tea, Glass, Garden, The Virginia Literary Review, and a forthcoming issue of Gyroscope Review. To view examples of her artwork, please visit okayart.wordpress.com.
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