She Came To Me

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #143 - Muse Cues
(Posted by whimsygizmo)

Are you ready? Get your muse a cup of coffee or tea (or your brain-rousing beverage of choice), ’cuz we’re about to put it to the test. Today, I want you to poem-play with the word muse.

Muse. Musing. Amusement. Amused. Use it as a noun or verb or pen some fabulous whimsical word usage of your own (after all, what’s a muse for?)

She came to me–
bedraggled, red-eyed,
long hair in tangles–
my Muse.  I’m used
up, she said.  Is that
supposed to be
amusing?  said I.  Her
sallow face suggested 
otherwise.  How will I create?
You no longer need me.
In fact, I’m retiring.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to She Came To Me

  1. De Jackson says:

    Oh, man. They’re allowed to retire? I’m in big trouble…
    😉 Love this, Sara!


  2. VJ Knutson says:

    Oh no! Not retirement.


  3. Yikes. At first I thought she was just having a rough day, perhaps after a tough night, but she’s done?
    Loved the image of a bedraggled Muse.


  4. Sadje says:

    It’s all up to you now! Great poem


  5. does she get a pension? 😉

    much love,


  6. Interesting take on a muse. Nicely done.


  7. Susi Bocks says:

    I’m sure you’ll be fine, Sarah! 🙂


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