Feral Muse
My muse is feral.
She will not be trained.
She refuses to do tricks.
Everything is on her terms.
I try to encourage her to stay
I’ve installed a muse door
Leave food out every day
And hope.
On lucky days, she shows up
Sits beside me, soft and comforting
Humming pleasant new melodies.
Sometimes she takes the pen
Right out of my hand
And scribbles fantastic things in the margins.
She lets me hold her, but not too tight
Never too tight.
She’ll bullet out of there
If you love her too much
If you lose patience with her
If you don’t scratch under her chin
Exactly
The way she likes.
She loves you
But conditionally.
You are a means to her
And she will not hesitate
To abandon you
And visit a different artist instead
One with better food
One who always leaves the door open
Who spoils her with everything she wants.
Sarah, Love this–but you knew I would! Geez, it seems like we were just discussing…well, you should read what my muse was inspired to demand of me to write…and guess what? You were the inspiration! No one else will get my poem but you. It’s called Evil Eye! Everybody else thinks it’s about something entirely different than what it’s really about. LOL. That’s okay. If it speaks to them in one way or another, who could ask for more. Sugar skull cookies and milk, Mona
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Now you see how it is for me! Sometimes I get comments from people who were very moved, and very wrong… What can you do? Especially when they’re so happy about it! Haha
I read your poem and I loved it. ❤️
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Love the wayward cat imagery! 🙂
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Beautiful! ❤
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This is fabulous, Sarah! It’s exactly how I feel today — all day to write (which so rarely happens!) and nothing is coming. So maddening. I love your imagery. For me it’s not a cat but instead some impish creature with a face that alternates between soothing and smirky.
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Cats are easy compared to muses!
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