The Muze keeps
good company
with a crimson winged
Goddess
she met as a child
Curled on the carpet
nestled in matching
pastel cotton
comforts
stories unfolding
familiar
threads
weaving
the cord
a
lifeline
throughout
the
night
This Goddess
with wild words
haunting tales
blades
fingered
glinting
the Grizz
sat scrawling
sprawling
Summer
nights
with the Muze
on the second
story
veranda
hours pass
like seconds
until
dawn
breaks
and
the insistent
dreams
whisper
a sleeping silence
shattered
by guttural
gravel
calls
through the grate
But the Muze
and the Goddess
know no
limit
they share
a TARDIS sensibility
across
time
and
space
past the point
of no return
they folded
space
into
sealed
security
envelopes
The Goddess
and
the Muze
well kept
within
a phantom
express
line
of
credit
At times holding
court
in
tea
houses
Words
danced
between
them
like
imps
and
fools
and
lovers
an unimaginable leap beyond inhibitions
a graceful freefall
to the floor
They shared
the vital
breath
Sometimes stealing
if need
be
always always
besides
each
other
In the stone
gazebo
the Goddess'
laughter
echoed
across the verdant
Common
The Muze
bemused
at the graffiti poet's verse
Truth
Love
Actually
Goddess
It is you
who
inspired
the
Muze
*Based on the prompt to write a poem that deals with the poems,
poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems
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