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
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