Chasing Calliope

The humming in her ear, I'm not sure it's working

she knows the love-hate mantra I'm dealing with

knows I will go away, the rattling will stop in time

if only she ignores the voices, the mournful words

long enough to send me adrift,

back to a sea of wandering

She has yet to note that I have packed for a long journey

that pacing the halls and rapping on doors all day

is to be part of my charm, that I will smoke her out

if I have to, hang her in a basket around my neck

and lull her with my flute until she, swaying appears

I mean to make her dance, strip each layer until she is bare

against the bedpost, poised for a lover's inspection

she can cower in darkness with regret, so long as she sings

or wales on pitch, and I can capture her song on parchment

weave the tapestries of her longing

and lock them tight in alabaster jars

I will haunt this place until she gives me what I want...

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[Manos]

All of us shall haunt this place...
intriguing narration.!!!

[Donald Meikle]

Those damned muses! They are so independent! You'd think they wrote the damn words!