A Woman Scorned
The Muse continues to punish me
whenever I write prose
Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt
no fury 'hell hath known'
She sentences me to endless nights
and days when words won't come
Until I succumb to writing verse
and she — my breath becomes
(Fairmount Park: October, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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