Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Of Muse and Madness





I did not ask you, darling
To love me; unborn jot
You vex me before I am up
And tease my every thought

I cannot bear your essence
Matrix of ice and fire
Yet, how I crave your presence
Provoking my desire

Did you happen upon me
Or is there something more?
You press against a levee where
Ten thousand whispers roar

Ah muse, what keens your spirit?
Are you a curse or gift?
For I can hardly bear it
...without you I’m a-drift

And you pursue me, madly
I laugh and weep and groan
But oh, if you would leave me
My pen would turn to stone

© Janet Martin


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