Fauno Rosso
“Red Faun,” (actually a satyr) sculpture in red marble from the 2nd Century, restored in the 18th Century , speaking when on loan to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri. Carpe diem! Drink, laugh, kiss, fondle! Pleasure’s too brief, eternity’s too long without it! Imagine me here in a New World unknown when I followed Dionysus. Those were the days! I roved through the vineyards, frisked after nymphs in the meadows. I had the great Hadrian’s ear or rather he had mine, for wine is a fine relaxer of tongues. The Emperor needed a friend. Poor man, surrounded by ignoramuses who disdained his love of art. How gladly we shared our passion for beauty. What? You can’t believe I appreciate more than carnal pleasures? You forget I play the flute, my tool of seduction. My music soothed the emperor. Alas, I foresaw Hadrian’s end – just not my own. Somehow found myself buried in rubble, dismembered, abandoned. My glory days lost, I dreamed of the past. But oh my thirst for wine and seduction! How I yearned for 1500 years to again feel the thrill of warm hands on my torso. Delicious. How awkward when my chest traveled to the Vatican alone. Soon my face also felt the sun. Too brief! Now my collected parts reside inside forever. Cold as marble, I warmed myself with memories until healed by the skilled hands of Cavaceppi. More than restored, he brought muscles, sinews, and flesh to life in ways not understood by my creators. My prowess wasted among the red-dressed, celibate idiots of Rome. They labeled me a faun! Guess I can’t expect them to know their own haunches from those of a goat. But bless them. I raise my handful of grapes in gratitude to be a satyr. Even as I stand before you in perpetual indoor winter. I give thanks to be handsome and whole once more. Alarie Tennille Alarie’s latest poetry book, Waking on the Moon, contains many poems first published by The Ekphrastic Review. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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