When My Muse is MIA
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: Målning av den tjeckiska konstnären Toyen, år 1963. Inspirerad av Berninis skulptur föreställande Apollo och Dafne
Lena Kronberg
She
teases
Dancing
sylph-like
Out
at the periphery of gossamer walls
And
weeping curtains
Painting
in deep blues and luminous purples
Colors
intent on activating
Her
third eye
I
see her
A
curl falls upon the soft curve of her ear
As
she tilts her head just so
In
the hope of catching my eye
I
see her
In
the wind I hear her soft humming
A
tune I fail to recognize
But
I suspect it is one
She
thinks will lure me
Into
her world of gossamer thread
waiting
to be pulled
I
see her
She
pauses for a moment
Lifting
her fingers
Moistened
with honeyed water
And
marks a trail for me
Across
the reeded floor
Spots
of colored water
Marking
a benediction of sorts
And
in this amber half-light
I
find the way to her
To
be not unlike a labyrinthian maze
Designed
to obscure
I
sit alone with crimson tears
Lining
my page with tattered words
Once
again.
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Thoughts when missing in action can also drift any human to imbalance.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful capture of that scenario.
Hi Ruchira--thank you so much!
Deleteelusive little bugger....walk the maze....leave a thread behind to find your way home if need be...at least you can see her so you know she has not abandoned you...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI do sort of see her out of the corner of my eye--thanks Brian!
DeleteShe may be MIA, but she's leaving a trail. A whimsical take on the frustration of "tattered words" - a great poetic visual, by the way.
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy--I guess I will try to keep seeing the pathway--
DeleteThere is no doubt that you are a poet....simply beautiful phrases and images.....and MIA? I think not. :)
ReplyDeleteHey Bill--thank you for your continued support--it means a lot to me--
DeleteIf this is what you write when your Muse is MIA, I cant wait to read your Real poem, hee hee. This is truly beautiful, Audrey, so many wonderful and enticing images.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry!! Thank you!
DeleteSo beautiful! I agree with Sherry, if this what you write while your muse is missing..."
ReplyDeleteHi Lisa!!! It's been a struggle lately
DeleteYour muse serves you well even when she is absent. Just look at these lovely words of yours... :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
oh, i love that title!
ReplyDelete"Moistened with honeyed water
And marks a trail for me
Across the reeded floor"
so beautifully written - what a great piece.
Ah, such a tease she is! But better to see her than have her vanish, I think. Love your use of colors and textures in this.
ReplyDeleteShe has not abandoned you..she is just a tease! :)
ReplyDeleteYou have definitely characterized that evasive muse well, Audrey. She can be seen, almost grasped, and then she goes away again for a time. Actually connecting with her IS something like going through a maze. I really like THAT thought.
ReplyDeleteAwww! She's there. And the tattered words work well...but I know what you mean when what you come up with doesn't quite fit your own expectations. I like the trope you've created for her. And the graphic.
ReplyDeleteIsn't she so elusive and always luring us with her gossamer thread ~ I hope she isn't hiding forever and that you can follow her wherever she leads you ~
ReplyDeleteGood to see you Audrey ~
all about the chase
ReplyDeleteeven as she longs to be found...
That muse can be such a tease! A wonderfully crafted piece Audrey!
ReplyDeleteI sit alone with crimson tears
ReplyDeleteLining my page with tattered words
Once again
One often sees how unrequited love can be so mercilessly elusive. The end result can be lots of sadness for those on the receiving end. Many face a similar predicament. So realistically rendered Audrey!
Hank
This is wonderful; I enjoyed it very much ... especially the stanza beginning with "She pauses." This is exactly like her! She is so bad. :)
ReplyDelete"I see her" the longing, the hope. The refrain works well here. If you can see her, she hasn't left. She's waiting for you.
ReplyDeleteOh, but muses are tricky creatures. I loved this. And though the muse is erratic and unpredictable, how dull it would be without them!
ReplyDeleteMy muse is coy and flighty when I chase her, and insistent when I have no time ;)
ReplyDeleteNeedless to say, I loved this.
I would have never guessed that any part of you was missing since your words are beautiful as always. I love your poem!
ReplyDeleteGreat coquettish portrayal of your muse - a wonderful write : )
ReplyDeleteHer trail will soon catch up with you and then you'll have a hard time catching up with inspiration.
ReplyDeleteWhen reading this I would say it's a "Muse in action" not "Missing in action" -- I think she did a good job. Sometimes the muses just use a different method than to whisper in your ear. :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the feeling you give of being gently pulled / nudged
ReplyDeletedelightful
Shy as a wallflower and as fickle as an already well fed cat.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem as always. :)
ReplyDeleteAudrey, a whimsical write on the ever elusive muse. Nice textures you have used here.
ReplyDeletePamela
aye, they can be such fickle creatures, muses. yet you've made art out of even her absence! :)
ReplyDeleteah the muse...as long as you see her it's good...smiles...love the honeyed water
ReplyDeletemarking the trail for you...
MIA? I think not! A vicious rumor, I'd say! I like it, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I am struggling to write these days and I could feel the ache to write in this and the wonderful irony of how you wrote what you felt wasn't there to write.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely gorgeous! I love the refrain, the progression, a little closer each stanza. A beautiful poem:-)
ReplyDeleteAmazing and you lure us in just as she did.
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