THE POEM I HAVE NOT WRITTEN

By moonphish

Wed, 16 Aug 2017

2 comments

my muse is growing restless

from her failure to inspire

she hasn't sparked the embers

that would resurrect the fire

hell hath seen no fury

like a woman, spurned, when smitten

i sense impending danger

for the poem i have not written

my skin begins to prickle

and my hairs stand up on end

i feel like i'm in limbo

with no power to transcend

as if i am a baby bird

that's tortured by a kitten

i may soon pay the piper

for the poem i have not written

i must accept the challenge

take the bull right by the horn

i shall not risk distractions

till my masterpiece is born

though feeling rather shy

just like a character, twice bitten

there's peace on the horizon

for this poem i've finally written

Permalink Submitted by airyfairy on Wed, 2017-08-16 08:39

My muse is far too fond of packing her bags and taking extended holidays. Congratulations on finally appeasing yours!

Permalink Submitted by moonphish on Thu, 2017-08-17 05:44

thanks airyfairy