an ode to my lovely muse.A Poem by MoonieIt is a prayer every writer makes to his/her muse and to the gods of words at least once in a lifetime.
Oh, ye gods of words,
mightier than knives and swords, listen to me as I say, fill me with words, I pray. Words twisted like grapevines, lost in black curves and lines. Words as clear as crystal stones, as old as time-bleached bones. Words as new as global warming, Words as grand as bastille storming. Now, ye gods, let this be done and said, fill me with words, fill them in my head. Let them tinkle, let them scream, or flow like a sea bream. Let them babble, let them bicker, let them weep, let them snicker. Let them inflame, let them simmer, let them shine, let them glimmer, let them ripen, let them sweeten, before they are done with and eaten. Musical words with rhythm, assonance, rhyme fill me with words of forgotten time. Words of far-off coasts and bays, let me forget my salad days. Oh, ye gods, listen to me as I exclaim, fill me with words, wild and tame. Make me your minstrel, let me sing, let the words buzz, let them ring. Quaint, fresh, exotic, banal words- mightier than knives and swords. Fill them in my dreamy sights, fill them in my insomniac nights. Fill them in my dusks and dawns, words as mellow as Scottish lawns. Fill them till my alarm rings, fill them till the morning sings. But after that, Onto a spare bit of parchment, let them flow through my pen, for talkative words, like these, require ears of mortal men. ***
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