Reluctant Muse
I’d go to her for soulful inspiration,
But she would just seductively refuse.
She wasn’t of a mind to be my lover.
So, I resolved to fashion her my muse.
I’d splattered oil on canvas, in a short while,
Arranged the scene with colors meant to rhyme.
Not striking, but she’ll know herself in profile.
I dubbed it, Dame Erato in Her Prime.
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