Sonnet for Mando and Michelangelo
O’ Baby Yoda—when you reach out your hand
to touch Mando’s outstretched finger—the scene points
to and paints the Sistine Chapel’s high fresco—
those Disney Gods draw from Michelangelo.
After the Creation of Adam--the demise
of the Empire and Jango and Boba Fett—
before the First Order inspired The Rise--
there’s this far reaching moment to connect.
Where’s your star-home, Baby Yoda? Why do you
protect the child, Mando? In the outer reaches
of the galaxy, far from New Republic eyes--
Do your exiled hearts feel the force between your hands?
The artist’s bounty blasts this scene in tableau--
there’s Mandolorian in Michelangelo.
Click here to view the second image on which this poem is based.
Eamon O'Caoineachan is a poet, originally from Co. Donegal, Ireland, but living in Houston, Texas. His work is published in the University of St. Thomas's literary magazines Thoroughfare and Laurels, and he is the recipient of The Robert Lee Frost-Vince D’Amico Poetry Award and the Rev. Edward A. Lee Endowed Scholarship in English at the University of St. Thomas, Houston. He is completing his MA in English and will pursue his PhD in Creative Writing and Literature at the University of Houston. He is working on his first poetry collection and novella.
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