Musebound

Once while sitting, idly, scribbling thoughts, like drool, slow, slowly dribbling eraser tips muse gnawing, nibbling I spied a shadow on the floor suddenly the muse came creeping creeping through mind’s chamber door The month was chilly, wet, and raw goosebumps raised by wingless “caw” pencils clutched in darkened maw mocking me in retched slumber muse dangling in her frozen claw words fled the dying lead filled lumber. “Muse” I cried, “be gone, be free” “take you’re accursed touch from me” “unclench my soul, let it be!” retouch the page with warmth of pen Heralds - in trumpeted decree Rejoice – for Now is never Then. So does the flow of lover’s hearts celebrate such “fits and starts” play both “joy and sadness” parts from icy veins bring forth blood red upon bare pages draped in art ‘tis passion’s heat the muse must bed. ©4/7/2018 //with apologies to the Bard// submitted to – BRING ME TO LIFE – Poetry Contest sponsor – Aiyah de Torres