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 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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