Musing
My Muse is a chameleon:
a mermaid, a scornful queen,
a fantasy whisked away
by the winds of this harsh clime.
My Muse brings me
ecstasy diluted with pride
and submerges me in sorrow,
compelling me to wrench my heart out.
My Muse plays dress-up.
A mirage of a maiden of Eden,
then the fiery damsel of Hell.
A mousy girl sitting in the front of the bus.
My Muse is unreliable miscreant.
I get her answering machine when
I try to reach her at home.
She lures me into the depths of the Underworld,
where I spot her trading secrets with Hades
and am forced to drag her home by her ponytail.
My Muse wanders
through my cavernous imagination
sequestering herself when I need her the most,
reappearing to lull me asleep at night.
