Muse On the Loose
MUSE ON THE LOOSE
“What’s that?” – a symphony moving,
A photograph snapped – a muse on the loose.
I must go hunting, set a trap…
Many are running, attacking, tracking -
So I look in the shadowy bushes,
Behind schools of music and dance.
I lay a quilted blanket on the ground,
Stare above at the stars and stripes.
My mind plays tricks, bends, contorts
Until nothing is as it seems, like a dream,
Perhaps I’ve fallen asleep. A bright star
Taps me on the shoulders, “have you stopped looking?”
I awake, cold on the shivering ground,
When past me darts the muse, ghostlike,
So I follow its dot to dot trail, not unlike
Morse code, letting the thoughts drift…
And somehow make sense. A bright lightbulb
Above my head swings, pendulum-like
Creating protagonists and monsters upon the wall.
With a bold move, my muse steps through
The wallboard, melting it with a fiery light.
Truly a star of serendipity stepped through -
Shakes my hand, presents me with a bag of tricks,
Steps back through the paint chips, they glitter.
I couldn’t lasso nor tie it up. She is quick as light.
If you don’t try, you’ll never find the prize. A fact.
9/4/2016
Contest: Muse On The Loose
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
