Afflatus

Sometimes I coax her
promising much glory
or force her hand
until she writes for me

until the page is inked.
But reading back
its clear, within the captive Muse
there's never music

so must I wait, as though the Delphic
Oracle will speak

37 thoughts on “Afflatus

  1. Muse coaxed, and what a quadrille poem she gave you, Laura!! I think we’ve all played the waiting game.

  2. This is absolutely stellar writing, Laura! The muse is fickle to be certain. Sometimes we have to wait until she comes to us, singing 😀

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