To Find The Muse
To find the muse I know not how;
As skittish wench or sacred cow.
She’ll tantalise and lead you on,
But suddenly you find her gone
And left you with a knotted brow.
The words won’t come at all somehow,
As gloomily your head will bow;
Though you contrive to battle on
To find the muse.
Those hopeful dreams of verse endow
Your aspiration here and now
For inspiration that has gone
Like some elusive leprechaun
To find the muse.
M.C. Newberry
Sat 30th Apr 2016 19:09
On occasion, I find my sleeping mind creates a theme and
eventually the words - often well on the way to completion
when I finally totter from bed. This has also been the case
with song/lyric - which I why I've found a cassette tape
player VERY useful. I know from experience that if I don't
act immediately and get something on tape, then it will be
lost IF I drop back to sleep, often a test of will power
when duvet comfort calls!