The Muse

POSTED IN contemporary poetry May 31, 2015

The Muse

 

Far ahead of me, I see my Muse

dressed plainly in a tan skirt

and a white blouse, She is waving

a bright yellow scarf in her left hand.

Her right hand she holds open, palm

facing me, as if she were halting something.

 

.      .      .      “Follow after, Poet”

I hear her words as speech arising 

in the back of my mind . . . I read my poem

out loud. Then I read my silent heart.

Both are replete with what I have loved.

 

 

 

Daniel Brick