Madonna in Maesta

Plump with the reality of wonder
that ineradicable line of Greek
questioning her maker, filling out
the ponderous auricle of blessed
interregnum, smoothed design,
the clamour of impressed footmen
contrasting with brutality's dispassion
the road ahead, when a rage
of feathers heralded the seat.
All your education's now unique
and I long to be enlightened
by the fold of your thoughts.
Economies of spiritual connexion
dazed by a bold plan, we lack
a multitude of sanctions, budded
into greenery, yet ordained
to yearn for affirmation, high, higher;
spill like milk, a gentleness
waking up her body's stellar pride
our latent tangibilities collide.

Sarah Law | Mudlark No. 14
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