Trailing the Muse

by on March 27, 2024 :: 0 comments

She’s walking on coals
and bidding me follow
Injects my conversation
with garlic and charms

Strews clover on the roads
I take to the metropolis
Lures me to fields
of mines itching to explode

Hums the music of mangoes
and journeys to Saturn
Hands me ink and papyrus
and then laughs

editors note:

So, that’s where she’s been; me with an empty page and a dry nib… – mh clay

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