My Two-Faced Muse
My muse can sometimes wear a scoundrel’s face.
He flees and hides behind some desert brush,
abandoning me in a barren place
where sweet imagination has no gush!
Of inspiration I can find no trace.
This villain muse subjects me to a drought
and sets the stage with dreary atmosphere.
He scatters prickly pear and rocks about
while vultures seeking carrion come near.
I fear he’s taken my dear hero out!
Where hides my hero muse inside my mind?
He needs to change this horrid wasteland green
and put the villain side of him behind!
I summon forth my hero – Change the scene!
My quill is out! My hero now I find.
Oct. 13, 2022
For Milt L. Hankins' Three Stanza Poem In Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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