Authentic muse

POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 23, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Authentic muse

Released from a life of freedom
into ties that are sheer delight.
my muse choreographs dreams,
her thoughts are a surreal canter
on the black stallion of night.
Blush of dawn illumines her flight.
her words eagle’s wings that soar

over mountains and quicksilver seas.
in solitude flies far, she’s not free
yet feels complete. In shining hours
where indigo swirls high, she plays
with ghost forms afloat in the sky,
prehistoric and gene-crafted creatures,
images that meet her moments and run

the gamut of a wild imagination.
She endures suffering beset by doubts
and fears, understands others caught
in the net of illusion. She swears
that she will not ingest more seeds
of doubt and fear, severs a beanstalk
of melodrama and stems the tears.

Accepting both darkness and light,
she blends imperceptibly with All.

 

by Gael Bage