16 November 2016

Angry Muses

By Bud Koenemund

I fear the Muses have abandoned me;
Withdrawing with them that inspiration
Given so freely when I praised beauty
And love in songs of foolish emotion.
The cause ignored, those Nine of myth recede
In solidarity with their sister;
Mortal, though no less capable to breed
Lyric – a tenth goddess whose whispers stir.
This penance – punishment for protecting
My heart – has crippled both rhythm and rhyme;
As words wither, a poet disaffects
Life sans verses gifted past midnight’s chime.
   Her voice has faded from my memory,
   While creation crumbles in fantasy.

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