When the Muse Calls
All consuming grey upon grey
grey
Leaves etched against a
tranquil sombre sky
A flock of geese flies
homeward overhead
Dragging the curtain of night
as it passes by
Lights light the eyes of nearby
silent houses
Flags lie dormant waiting for a
lifting breeze
There's threatening rain visible
on the horizon
Keeping birds tucked safe and
warm in nearby trees.
As I stand here alone
enveloped in this scenario
My family is inside doing what
families do
Giving me the space to try to
catch the rhythm
Slave to the poetry muse,
which is nothing new.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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