David Mohn Poet Quatrain

A Wistful Muse

The night it seems, a wistful muse
     as evening’s peach begins to bruise
with shadows stretched in brooding streams
      A wistful muse, the night it seems

      A mystic swath, transcending prose
   Rewrites the night with grand compose
         The Milky Way, a bardic froth
    Transcending prose, a mystic swath

       A spell is cast, when light has fled
  Unwound from angst of unknown thread
    Then spun in words of splendor - vast
       When light has fled, a spell is cast 

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                      14 Jun 2020

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Funom Makama June 29, 2020 at 2:52 PM This is awesome, so beautifully written. Well deserved placement.

John Watt June 28, 2020 at 6:33 PM I enjoyed your wistful muse, David, especially the line "with shadows stretched in brooding streams". Congratulations on your top placement with your swap quatrain ~ John

Andrea Dietrich June 28, 2020 at 5:12 PM So glad your poem did well in the contest. Congrats, David.

Joseph May June 28, 2020 at 3:40 PM "A Wistful Muse" flows with a melody, great write David, Congrats on your win

Aditi Mishra June 28, 2020 at 2:48 PM Love the depth in your words David. Congratulations on your win :)

Andrea Dietrich June 17, 2020 at 5:46 PM ohhhh, so lovely!! You know how to swap those quatrains! MEW! (my captcha)