I go out walkin' after midnight,
out in the moonlight,
just hopin' you may be somewhere a walkin'
after midnight searchin' for me
-Patsy Cline
Nights in blank pages,
Where is my muse?
In the land of Xs
and squiggly lines,
I will not find you.
Through smoke rings and
bottle bottoms
I take the mistaken path.
I know your haunt does not
dwell in spirits.
Why do I even try?
A desperate measure,
even more so than before,
lures me out into the bloated moonlight
to where I've never been.
To the old pillared bridge
that stretches over Hades where
the dark, forgotten water below
laps eternally,
loving limetsone
with each quiet liquid envelopment.
Through the intermitent silence a comet appears,
just in the non-blink of my eye.
Then fizzles out as fast as it shines bright,
having waited millennia
to inspire.
Author notes
inspired by picture prompt: http://digital-art-club.deviantart.com/art/that-starry-night-122779366
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Comments
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Terpsichore
Perhaps switch muses? Last two verses very attractive to me, and hint of epics like Aeneid or Dante. If the river in Hades is not the Styx but the Tagus, I suggest a trip to the Prado to see the Goyas, and Hieronymus Bosch, or El Bosco as the Spanish call him.
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Good imagery.
Last stanza seems a bit forced against the natural flow. Perhaps its just the personification that makes it feel uncomfortable to me. Starting things with And can seem a bit unpolished.
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Thanks for your comment, I did change it a little...and will probably go back to it again...
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