Billows opaque, misted azure
scantily hides her Muse demure;
yet, just on the verge
words hang on her tongue tip
only to evade a kiss of lip.
Is she a harlot? No, I think not.
Perhaps one of the Seraphim
that fell to Hell?
Vacuous waste is not her disease;
smithing words with sparkling ease
she teases, she cavorts, zealous in her sports
silently creeping back to her host;
when needed the most
she will not fail:
she’s only pretending to be a snail…
Author notes
Azure; Opaque; Verge; Harlot; Seraphim; Vacuous; Waste; Zealous; these words say it all: Muses do come back at the last moment... DW
A contest entry
- Lost in Darkness by Victoria of Aragon.
1050 points, ended August 20, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Dearest poet, you have expressed my feelings and anguish in concerns to the apparant disappearance of my Muse.
Your flow is nigh flawless, and the words you have chosen [ both the ones I suggested, as well as your own ] create such a vivid description. Ontop of that, I simply adore your rhymes. I envy them, being that I can hardly write them myself.
I think, with this poem, my Muse will deffinately be persuaded to stay.
Adding your comment:
