Gail Foster Poet Rhyme

My Muse Has Gone

So help me God, my muse has fled
Number me among the lost and dead
Take my ribbons out and shave my head
My muse has fled

Prepare a shroud, my muse has left
Wind me well within its warp and weft
Hide me deep within some rocky cleft
My muse has left

Burn all my words, my muse has gone
Turn to ash the page I wrote upon
Throw it to the winds and you go on
My muse has gone

© Gail Foster 30th August 2016

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White Wolf September 27, 2016 at 10:24 AM Dony you just hate it when that happens. lol. I love your work it never disappoints 7/7. Cheers.

Agnes Krampe August 31, 2016 at 5:51 PM No, judging by this poem, she clearly has not, Gail :)

Laura Leiser August 30, 2016 at 4:16 PM Looks like your muse returned with this fine poem, Gail! 7 :) Gail Foster August 30, 2016 at 7:08 PM Thank you for your comment, and your 7! Time will tell. All the best to you.

Tim Smith August 30, 2016 at 2:19 PM A wonderful tribute to the allusive muse Gail...hope for her quick return Gail Foster August 30, 2016 at 3:20 PM Thank you so much, Tim