The Reluctant Muse (1)

She reads his words contemplatively,

and cannot understand, how it can be.

This Muse he refers to so beautifully.

Is not her, or so she believes.

The sunlight never lit her hair on fire,

do twinkling stars,

dance in her eyes, she ponders?

No she concurs,

he must love another.

Sadness overwhelms her,

her poet husband is gifted,

and has spoken of his Muse frequently.

And for his adoration,

she fears she cannot compete.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This will be a series of third person thoughts, and the poets frist person answers. Our muse is not a poet, so her words will be written in the thrid person
our poet is, so he will answer in his own voice. Rae

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breanna_shaylee's picture

to be a muse to someone else is a great honor. this poems show beautifully how one may not feel up to that honor that has been bestowed on them.


Breanna Shaylee

S74rw4rd's picture

You have described one of the great problems in literary history, and you have done it with an immediacy that is raw and painful. This is as much the stuff of poetry as Beauty and Desire, you have made a good beginning here in this series.


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Shaketa Copelin's picture

This was tight, I really enjoyed it.

Pamela Lawrence's picture

a writers muse is a fickle friend,a comforting, a tyrant, a tease, a temptress, and an absent longing. But always something the writer waits for, consciously or unconsciously.
Interesting what you have done here