The muse

It’s time to write something really good,
Like in old days that never were,
When shadowed muse painted with my hand,
Lands only she could see,
Through pool all lined with rose…
Will that do?
She’ll tell me on the morrow


8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Holly
    Jun 07, 2011 @ 06:11:59

    Love this…you captured the nature of muse beautifully. It is both elusive and brilliant.


  2. Rhyme Me a Smile
    Jun 07, 2011 @ 19:12:03

    Hehe. LOVE this. Its hard to know sometimes where our writing would be without the help of our muse(s). 🙂


  3. carefreewanderer
    Jun 08, 2011 @ 07:33:16

    This is just lovely! Muses are unpredictable creatures but when they love you, they bless you with words so good that you cannot evn believe that they are your own. Beautifully written! Loved it!


    • mbwilliams
      Jun 08, 2011 @ 19:01:11

      It does feel like they are a separate person doesn’t it? That is what writing is all about for me…communication with the lost unconscious half of our being


  4. Jenny Matlock
    Jun 11, 2011 @ 21:20:13

    Love the old fashioned quality of this verse. Lovely imagery.


    • mbwilliams
      Jun 12, 2011 @ 13:59:47

      Its weird but sometimes my prose does come out very old fashioned. Can’t say I always like it like that, but then again we have to go where the muse leads us…


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