The Poet Does Not Sleep With The Muse
That's the point.
The poet does not sleep with the Muse.
Not even when drunk on his whisky eyes
out of it on the scent of his skin
trapped in the heat of his breath
melted like butter under his fingers
locked in with him entirely of her own volition
wrapped in his arms like a satisfied cat.
The poet does not sleep with the Muse
for fear that the poetry will go missing
like her heart.
No, the poet does not sleep with the Muse
unless - maybe if the Muse insists
she can't be expected to resist?
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The original quote that inspired this poem, thus proving that words can also find their way to being muses, is from this Guardian article.
"As everyone knew, the poet did not sleep with his muse, that was the whole point. He just yearned."
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Comments (5)
Well done!
That's a fascinating exploration of the relationship between the poet and the Muse.
I guess it's the whole concept of "not mixing pleasure with business". Loved your poem!
I really relate to this concept - like once you have something it loses its magic. Awesome work…
Beautiful poem! 💕