The Muse (Hour 1)

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

 

10 thoughts on “The Muse (Hour 1)

  1. This is a very pretty poem! I love the different descriptions of your muse, and the strong imagery.
    My favorite line is β€˜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!

  2. 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.

  3. 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!

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