Bethamy--
incarnate of virtues lost:
innocence, grace.
Silver-eyed mystery;
ringlets of flame
crown the helm of our logos, pathos.
Author notes
Bethamy is my muse: she is the person I aspire to be. A manifestation of all that is desired: purity and truth. She is the blossoming font of my inspiration. She is clear, direct; lilting sounds that thread themselves into tapestries of brilliance. Like a child, Bethamy is capricious, often needs coaxing; she reveals herself in the middle of the night when I'm dead tired-- ready to play or tell me about a dream she had. Bethamy is my haunting melody: unable to forget but impossible to catch.
A contest entry
- Introduction to your muse by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended July 9, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Critique Please! Be RUTHLESS! I LIKE IT ROUGH!
Comments
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What a beautiful muse, unlike my brute
A superb poem, love the name you have for her. Good luck in the contest 
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magnificently innocent muse you have there - quite the opposite to mine
I enjoyed this strangely soothing write and your AN just added to the whole image of her - well done!
thank you for your entry
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I'm not a paying member (regrettably), so I have to paint a picture of her with words. I'm glad I did a fairly accurate job on her description in my AN. Thanks for reading.
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that's what poetry is all about ... painting pictures with words, so well done on this wonderful description!
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