My muse rejoices in claiming that she's 'double-faced,
meaning she's comfy wearing leather or fancy Alencon lace.
Rebellious, she urges me to write lines of a violent battle
then she'll steal my pen to scribble some flowery prattle.
She floats through my mind's gate to dance in my garden
and returns several days later, begging for my pardon.
She makes me laugh when she suggests a frivolous word
and clucks her tongue at me when I tell her it's absurd!
I dare not trade her in for a muse who's much less inclined
to be synchronized with my bipartisan frame of mind.
I never know which personality my muse will display.
If you're asking if I have another one ~ I must say, "Nay!"
March 21, 2021
Reveal Your Other Muse
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
*Artwork by Peter Nixon c/o Pinterest
I cannot offer a gift for you to hold,
no millefiori paperweight of brightly coloured glasses,
or fancy timepiece cast from golds of yellow and white,
for it could never rest, smooth and heavy, within your open hands,
or sit proudly marking time upon your sun-tanned wrist,
fated instead to be cast aside in guilty haste;
a bittersweet secret buried beneath time’s fallen sands.
Born of heartfelt words,
that need not be brandished or worn outwardly,
neither be hidden away in a dark and airless closet,
my gift to you lies deep within my own heart,
remaining without exception,
promising love, support and friendship always.
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