The Muse Poem by keith brown

Ahh! The muse

Why must you climb in bed with me and make me wriggle
Let me sleep!
A peaceful slumber long and deep

Not thoughts that wander through my mind, oh! muse you can be so unkind
There's three of us in here you know
Although the third one doesn't know, she fast asleep
well I hope so!

So you make me turn and toss, contemplating someone's recent loss,
Or some surreal natures scene, maybe rhymes of covid nineteen
I'm clay beneath your magic spell, a fool among your many men
Who must put paper too the pen

On dawns approach you leave, with nothing heard
Just a skeleton of twisted words
That I must try to twist and bend
As I put paper too the pen

Ahh! Muse, when night time falls at this days end
will you visit once again?














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