The source

In rhythmic turn
the water wheel dips and drips
brushed by the rush of liquids
poured overhead or in downhill
momentum of river and stream

Such constancy of source and motion
do all creators crave
and finding little inspiration in a jug of Adam’s ale
whet appetites on stronger ferments
dilute with distillations of disappointment
or diktats of dreams taken word for word
before the man from Porlock wakes us and we drown*

I hold up my hand and swear
to wear the jester’s hat lest I take too long a sip**
of wistful wine and melancholy medic
the Muse does not knock at the casement
but turns and churns in watery hush
to give the poem voice

© Laura Granby 2016

*could not resist mixing the man from Porlock with Prufrock!
** red and black seedhead of Male Peony known as jester’s hats

Taking inspiration with Nietzsche’s quote: “And who among us poets has not adulterated his wine” from my guest collage for MLMM’s Writing Prompt #169 and joining Marian @ Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform

8 thoughts on “The source

  1. Oh how clever you mix Coleridge with Eliot and take my mind back into the halls of academe..and yet you also toss that on its head and place my heart firmly into history even further away – in a medieval dream — yes, the mist and melancholy fits the atmosphere of poets & muses. I’m glad your muse gave this poem voice — thanks for sharing. I’m going to have a listen to Eliot’s “Love Song” now…

    1. really appreciated your in-depth comment Stacie – the touch of medieval summons troubadours and epic poets 🙂

    1. I had no excuse not to write something as I’d constructed the collage for MLMM but then had forgotten all about it so a bit last minute…many thanks for your lovely comment

  2. I loved the lush motion of the waterwheel in the first stanza, rich with deepwater ardors we only cup in the hands of poems. Fine humility here about that work. And yes, every drop of ink dilutes the empire of the dream. Great stuff …

    1. humility an essential ingredient lest our poems sound overblown! love your inputs Brendan – even your comments are poetry: “every drop of ink dilutes the empire of the dream.” Great stuff indeed!

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