The Spike Poem Anthology

by Zephyr Spark

The Muse

They found the muse and they caged her.
They tied her to a chair in their dark lair.
They ordered her to sing.
They made her scream.
They took her blood and drank it. They
tried to make her song their own. They
sometimes succeeded sometimes failed. They left the muse
in a shower of blossoms,
I released her to the air. I watched her meld to the wind and soar away
past the valleys, past the hills, past the oceans, past the town, past
present and future. History tells me we can’t keep her forever and she
tells me that she will come again. We may harmonize a moment
but that moment,
Lives in eternity.

Comments

[Zephyr Spark]

7915342 Thanks! I've been studying poetry. I've found the best way to write is to write from the heart and let the words take control. Don't fight the creativity or any of your natural urges. Just let them blossom. Hope that helps.

[Zephyr Spark]

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[Ekhidna]

I can't tell who is this one dedicated to. But it's beautiful.