My response to dVerse Poets Pub Chisel me a conversation
First touched his chisel to my skin
My invisible fingers gripped it from within,
In a struggle to be released
From this marble prison.
Sculpting myself through his hands,
I freed my legs until I could stand,
Muscles in thighs and calves tensed to run.
I raised my torso,
Then an arm,
Poised to punch away the stone…
And here I am,
By the one that got away.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
I took this photograph at the Accademia when we were in Florence, a few days before my daughter’s wedding. My husband’s family had never seen Michelangelo’s David and my brother-in-law was surprised to see the four prisoners in the hall that leads to David, so I explained to him why they are ‘incomplete’.
Image from www.accademia.org