The Maternal Muse
Her voice provided cover,
my soul to turn away
Her message greatly treasured,
her protection my dismay
Her intention of the purest,
but she raised me more than sound
Into the dark I send her words,
exposed—my spirit found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
