A Kingdom for my Muse

 

Brow furrowed,

concentrating

in deafening silence

desiring to inspire;

offer hope up like a drug.

Hands poised above keys

that taunt and tease.

Words come forth

then disappear,

leaving me desperate.

Vainly searching

my ravaged soul

for that which fled

without warning.

Which shining star

in velvet sky

does my muse

now sit upon

and smirk.

 

© 2007 BrightEyes

 

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

There is a playful manner that I find in this piece, which leaves me wondering at the nature of our muses. Might we not only find inspiration in different places, but find that our muses are of different varieties? I think of fairies and their ilk, as I picture the muse smirking. At times, yes, at many times, like holding a carrot out in front of us - our muses will taunt us, teasing us, almost leaving us to admit defeat before we are able to find that next word... sometimes, hidden right there, before our eyes... behind the smirk of a spoiled muse.

[Emily B]

I liked the small lines. I liked the content, I've been there a few times lately. The thought will be that close, but no closer. Damn smirking muse!

[Amor-de-angel]

I really like it,the small lines made it harder to follow the flow though.

Well done on a good write

[Duane Klinger]

love it. . .elegance in simplicity, it's my motto. BTW, the block does stink :)