The Muse's Call

A Poem by Kieran Shuttleworth

Where now is her siren song,

My heart is filled with longing,

How can I stir my weary soul,

Without the muse’s calling.

The pages crumble, the ink is dry,

The flame is slowly dying,

Regret weighs heavy in my heart,

As I mourn the poet’s parting.

© 2015 Kieran Shuttleworth

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B. Boileau

Beautifully written. I wish I had the talent to write such short but such meaning full stuff
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Posted 9 Years Ago

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Kieran Shuttleworth

Bonnells Bay, NSW, Australia

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Hi there. Like most everyone here, I am an aspiring writer, looking to practice my technique amongst like-minded people. I like to keep my reading varied, but my passion truly lies with gritty adve.. more..