|Faun, Horse and Bird, Picasso 1936|
Breathless, clutching at his throat,
Metamorphosis now complete,
Gone the hind legs of the goat,
He stands once more on human feet.
Uncertain, pushing as he stands,
With swollen tongue and aching head,
He levers up with shaking hands,
And sways and rocks beside the bed.
Awakening, facing this new dawn,
The tortured dreams now fading fast,
Of horse and bird and muscular faun,
All merging into one at last.
Recalling now the night’s excess,
The sweat-stained sheets and fetid stink,
The nightmares and life’s tangled mess
He vowed to give up on the drink.
© Marilyn Brindley
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