Pieta

A reflection on my favourite statue ever, Michelangelo's Pieta - just in time for Easter.

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Once, you winged His shoulderblade;
Once, you bore a king.
Now you must hold His cold crown,
And bear the bones He starved of sin.

None may look upon you now,
A medusa in your loss.
A child's mortality, misplaced alchemy
that turns all from grace to rock.

Mothers will claim kinship in tears,
Thinkers break on your strength of faith;
Histories will map your darkness;
Gamblers ever tip prophecy or snake;

But the sculptor came closest
When he marbled your last embrace.
You, perfection vivified, mediumed
the human in god's face.

Twofold as your son, and twice create -
Once from rib and once from stone.
Madonna of rocks, Sunrise will justify
The pity you bore alone.

Hey there!

Great job! I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Your allusions were subtle, too subtle at times for the average reader (for example, "Once, you winged his shoulderblade").
I absolutely loved "Now you must hold his cold crown, / And bear the bones He starved of sin." AH! I love it. I don't quite understand the part about "misplaced alchemy", though.
Anyways, very, very, VERY well done. I am breathtaken.

Sincerely,
S.S. Rose

i really like "bones starved of sin"

this poem has a really stony flavor, i think you could change that by adding a little more expressive language, as it stands its just a poem about a statue... but it could be more. I'm not sure everything fits exactly "misplaced alchemy?" "Gambers ever tip prophecy" It sounds cool, but it doesn't really make sense. Just some minor things.