The Bones of the Foot, and the Shoulder Charged to finish Agostino's statue he looked for a youth of shape and vigour with the strength to stand perfectly balanced and make his David perfect. He chose me. I became respected, celebrated, my fame a reflection of the artist's illumination. Finished, David will remain forever in the light. I slid, unneeded, into anonymous dark. No-one saw my fall. My bones un-fleshed for the pen of the anatomist. In death I have recovered my fame, my images admired by thousands, though my name is lost. Bert Molsom Bert Molsom retired early to become an apprentice poet, fully understanding apprenticeships last a long time! He has been long-listed for the Bridport Prize, won Poetry on Loan 2016 and his work has been published by Anthropocene and Ink, Sweat and Tears.
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