The muse is a woman I used to know
And a vast void pierced the earth between us
She rises now from the other side of the deep pit
A pit dug in between two lovers to punctuate their communion
The muse is a woman of elastic propensities
One that mesmerizes me under her gaze
One whose influence fills my book shelves
Her handbag used to be an envelope where I live
Her name is the muse of poetry
I remember the circles of her smiles
The way she winks still draws patterns on my canvas
Now she is luring me into her charms
The muse of poetry beckons
Eyes misty, telling tales of old desire
Lips pouting, blazing flames of new passion
Ears erect, listening to the sounds of the poetic siren
The muse of poetry beckons
Silky hair swimming in the air, drowning
Velvet skin spilling oil at the slightest squeeze
Flawless legs glow, winking from the dark
The muse of poetry beckons
Encircling a spot on the slippery earth
Anticipating my feet will slide
Onward for a concessional fall
The muse of poetry beckons
Knowing my sky is open, throwing the rains down
Knowing I won’t resist the urge
To run nude in the waters
The muse of poetry still beckons
Urging me to get set and do the run
Knowing I will do the marathon haul
Long after a vast void pierced the earth between us
I like the way you have conveyed the control your muse has over you. You have drawn her so well with your words. It is beautifully written 🙂
This is a very pretty poem! I love the different descriptions of your muse, and the strong imagery.
My favorite line is ‘Her handbag used to be…’ Lovely!
Is this edited and ready to be sent out? Its just that the last stanza feels different from all the previous ones.
But, I love it overall!
Beautiful imagery! My favorite lines:
“A pit dug in between two lovers to punctuate their communion”
Thanks.
Sweet technical read.
Powerful and visual. Told like a story, as we get to know her better throughout.
2 tenses in this line, pouting is technically better
Lips pouted, blazing flames of new passion
You might be advised to use “The muse of poetry beckons” at the beginning of the first three verses as well. And use the word “luring” instead of beckoning in line 12.
Good job with last line connecting to 1st verse.
I’m trying to think of a better word than haul, possibly a word with a double entendre that suggest the art of writing as well: discourse, descant, treatise, exposition…
It is a really good balance, taking us somewhere between illusionary travel and movement and state of mind as well as telling of a growing understanding between subject and protagonist.
Such a detailed feedback! Many thanks, David. I appreciate the insights so much.
Loved the imagery, especially the one where
“The muse of poetry beckons
Encircling a spot on the slippery earth
Anticipating my feet will slide
Onward for a concessional fall”.
🙂
Many thanks again.
A masterclass in the poetic voice! “I remember the circles of her smiles” and “Knowing my sky is open, throwing the rains down” Two of my favorite lines but really I would choose every line. Gorgeous piece!