Mistress Muse
Pretty muse, pretty mistress
Feed me, repair my bleeding heart
Give me an ending, a beginning
Give me a start
You offer no recourse
No poetry
No beauty flowing from the source
I am in sore need
Of a friendly word; a foul deed
My words have hit a mountain
A solid wall
I cannot write at all
Pretty muse, pretty mistress
You are coy
Elusive as a butterfly
Fluttering through the wastelands
In my mind
Pretty mistress, inspire this boy
On the blank page a shadow falls
An ink blot shot in indigo
The dark sweep of Angels’ wings
The mists slowly vapourise
The pen rises
Leaps into my hand
I have been blind
She is divine
Mistress Muse
Is, was, and always will be....
Mine
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