My Muse In Default

Far from the din of madding crowd, Away from the bustle of city life I withdrew into a solitary spot, To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse. Shelley and Shakespeare came in view, Emily and Eliot fell in line, Their verses ringing loud and clear, Their energy fanning fire within I dreamt of putting proper words, To clothe my thoughts in striking lines, Longed to pour my loaded heart, In powerful verse to move the hearts But as I started scrawling down, All that I had stored in hoards – Ebbed out into mere froth and foam, Leaving only broken thoughts Will my Muse be here once again? Or is it better to leave my thoughts unspoken? However, I strained hard to give them life, And labored in vain to make them rhyme, ‘The Blazing Sun’ and ‘Brilliant Stars’, All faded out with no trace of glow. I envisioned before me the Sacred Mount, To drink from the fountain gushing down, Alas! Only hot lava spurted out, And the wings of fancy burnt outright! Sad, my Muse didn’t appear to enliven me, Nor my fantasy lingered long, I stared blank into the scroll in front, Unable to scribble even a moving thought. Like a soldier vanquished in war, I put away my pen for the time being, Hoping my Muse would come down soon, To inspire and help me script immortal verse! Jan.4.2023 My Muse Poetry Contest Sponsor- Regina McIntosh