Thursday, September 13, 2012

Wooing the Muse

Wooing the Muse

“Come, whisper at my window”, I plead.
(I promise her I’ll heed,
but she continues silent, unimpressed.)

I offer up some diamonds,
black velvet sky and moon glow,
but still, she fails to come at my behest.
“Starlight, fireflies, mermaids, blue skies…?”
She shakes her head and smiles at me, bemused.

“You’re easy to refuse”, I hear her say,
“when all you proffer up is pure cliché”.

I ache to offer glory, but my mind’s a vacuous void.
I’m broken and destroyed,
(while she is mildly annoyed).
Each gift I offer up, she just eschews.

Sometimes it’s best to go to bed –
let her invade another head –
accept that there’ll be days she’ll just refuse.

Believe she’ll come another day,
seeking out a mate for play.
Tonight, my friend,
you just can’t woo this muse.


  1. Been a VERY busy and frustrating month for me -- with little time for writing. Going away for a few days with friends to refresh & renew. Here's something appropriate to keep my blog warm 'til I return. Hope you enjoy!

  2. I think that your "amusing" tone will be an invitation for a certain muse to return! Have a great break!:)

    1. Thanks, Patricia! (One can only hope!) :-)

  3. Ohhhhhh. This is FANTASTIC.
    This is my favorite:
    "I offer up some diamonds,
    black velvet sky and moon glow"

    And that persistent wench muse. Oh, fickle thing.

    Sooooo wonderful. I so needed this smile this morning, PSC! Thank you!

    1. My pleasure, De! Hope you & your mermaid muse are both feeling better real soon! :-]