Written by Bartholomew Barker
I can bring home lovers
but just for the night.
If they spend too much time,
she dams the river of words
leaving me dull as doggerel.
I tried to be married,
once or twice,
but she drove them away.
She demands my solitude
and will not be ignored.
She needs to be the only song
in my ears, the only hand
guiding my pen, the only candle
burning through my night.
Text © Bartholomew Barker
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Thank you!
I do not envy you such a demanding muse. But what a beautiful, eloquent poem!
I totally understand this kind of muse:) You painted her beautifully!
Posted with permission of Joelcy Kay – Editor and Curator Edge of Humanity Magazine – Thank you Jo!
He’s A Possessive Muse
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
(A response to Bartholomew Barker’s – She’s A Jealous Muse – per his request – strong suggestion….)
I dare not contemplate
staying away at night
enjoying the touch
the kiss of another man
If I should stray away
enjoying carnal pleasures
and the attention of another
the gently rough need of a male
My muse withdraws his stream
of conscious wordsmithing
into an unconscious abyss
somewhere in my mind
Leaving my soul bereft
and my fingers frozen
above my keyboard
arthritic bundles of bones
My muse commands
I give my time my hand
my complete absorption
to his sweet composing
A harsh mistress but she seems to be doing her job just fine. Nice work.
Thanks for posting my poem!