[for Lady Rae]
When you have been initiated,
when you behold the real Muse reading your words
(a curvaceous girl---teeshirt, denim jacket,
jeans with huge, frayed bell-bottoms, half concealing
her shoeless, pink socks---grass-stained, or grimed for joy),
the world's last claims upon
your discourse are shattered forever.
You will not soon forget this, or her; not soon, not ever.
Later, in her ordinary room,
after her bath; the window fulsome with moonlight
and the farther sky amply spread with starlight;
and your pages spread out on her ordinary bed:
she will not come to your poems utterly naked,
but clad in one of your old, white shirts, unbuttoned,
and her recently ordinary stockings
(reinforced at the toes and heels)---
upon her, extraordinarily beautiful.
Starward
[jlc]
This is a very beautiful portriat of a muse and her poet.
excellent job on this one, shameless pun and all. Rae