An epic poem for an epic muse from Jude. I’d like to borrow this one. 🙂 I hope you enjoy the read.
In the deepest recesses of your mind
Amidst the dregs of forgotten ideas
Lies a lonely muse
Forsaken
Bitter
Distraught
Exhausted from all the pining and pleading
Resigned to slowly diminish in the shadows
Never given a chance
To walk the pages of their story
As I seek inspiration, I sift through the phlegm and detritus of memory
And there I find my forlorn muse
A form that shifts from male to female
Pretty as a hyacinth
Then hard as mahogany
Lythe with flawless skin
Then sinewed and muscular
“Who are you?” I ask.
“I am your protagonist!” The muse declares,
“I have ventured the wicked jungles of Bungatira,
And scaled the deadly mountains of the moon.
I have betrayed and paid the bitter price of redemption,
And loved the most dangerous of loves
Many have tried to kill me, many have died instead
And though one succeeded,
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Inspiring muse!
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Aren’t these fun. I have a few stragglers to post on Tuesday and then the challenge is done. 🙂 Thanks so much for reading and for playing along. ❤
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Loved that poem. I’m going to follow judeitakali now.
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Hi poetry is consistently lovely, Elizabeth, and this poem spoke to my fantasy-loving soul. . I’ve enjoyed the connection and suspect you will too!
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Great work!
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Thanks for the reblog Diana đź’—
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Thank YOU for playing, Jude. Your poem was a wonderful addition. ❤
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