He wakes every morning
To stare into the mirror
And wonder when his face
Turned like elephant skin;
For all his mind recalls
Is a memory of a laughing girl
Who pulled the ribbons from her hair,
Until one day she stole his sheers
To carpet the floor
With black raven wings,
All because she longed to drink
From the basket of life,
But in his animal-instinct weakness
He cut the cord
From the source
To her lips.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
He wakes every morning
To stare into the mirror
And wonder when his face
Turned like elephant skin;
For all his mind recalls
Is a memory of a laughing girl
Who pulled the ribbons from her hair,
Until one day she stole his sheers
To carpet the floor
With black raven wings,
All because she longed to drink
From the basket of life,
But in his animal-instinct weakness
He cut the cord
From the source
To her lips.
Frida Kahlo Diego Rivera
