In The Sistine Chapel Poem by james watkin

In The Sistine Chapel



It was in the mighty angelo's
Brush-handling of storming through
Preconceiving's stiff roof-pointing
Ringed in papal entitling
That Earth and Heaven were as fused.
Man with God but...shame, for shame!
One, age-embrowed, a mild milk-tide!
One, full-flushed youth, fortified!

Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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