Terpsichore

Self explanatory I suppose…  Terpsichore is the muse of dance, so why she should have chosen me…


The strumpet knows 

who blows the loudest trumpet.

Meanwhile my mellow clarinet 

is met with plain disdain.

It’s all the same to Chore, 

she’s Greek you see,

and thinks of me 

as Western barbarian.

An Aryan dyspeptic 

who writes in septic verse, 

or worse. Who’s fallen 

neath the curse; 

the empty purse 

of literary spendthrifts 

whose gifts are stacked 

behind the imaginary firewall 

for all the good they are 

to me, or her.

The future’s brighter 

for writers with the right stuff, 

and I’m not one, fair enough.

My muse has left the building.

She’s taken her bow 

and vows,’that’s it.

Unless I crack the code 

that sees the inspiration 

come online again.

Fine I say ‘on you go’. 

Leave me to find my Mojo

on my own. I’Il call her 

on the celestial phone

when I’ve retrieved my voice…

© franciman 2018
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Sweetwater
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Love it, very clever wordplay the way it flows and wraps itself around the tongue is very satisfying too. Sue.

Stormwolf
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Och Jim, I cannot ever imagine you losing your voice…but I do think quite a few of us have felt we might be lately. Probably all that shite they are spraying in the skies ;-|)
Upwards and onwards and plenty more Muses waiting in the wings.
Very clever use of words and expertly presented.

Alison x

Ifyouplease
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ah very nice, i think the Muses all like English, the musicality of your language is tantalizing

Featheredwing
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It’s always hard to venture into the world of writing poetry. To be respected takes effort and time.
It sounds like you’ve found the recipe. This is a masterpiece, I can hear it read aloud on stage.

Featheredwing.

Mikeverdi
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Just calling through, it was missing something….ah yes, a nomination

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