A Sonnet on My Muse's Feet
Sometimes my muse acts up. Does she get tired?
When inspiration lacks, I call on her.
I’ll ask, “Are you in hiding or retired?”
I feel so miffed. Inside I mumble, “Grrrr.”
I pause a moment. Sometimes for a while!
Perhaps a break from thinking I might take.
Then I resume, take up my pen, and smile.
I hear her footfall when she’s come awake!
I hear her pattering inside my brain.
“Use this word. No, use that word,” she might say.
I thank my muse again and then again.
She comes through for me almost any day.
I have to focus when I hear her feet.
She often treads with an iambic beat!
Oct. 5, 2020 for Silent One's When There Is No Inspiration Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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