a Musing Anecdote

a Muse with Life

began her tale,

intentions true

and accent gael,

pure of heart

and vigor hale,

certain kindness

would prevail.

a Muse brought Joy

to tales told,

before and after

young and old,

improving that

which did unfold,

gilding stories

mining droll.

a Muse found Love

when Sun was high,

the vast unmet

now met inside,

> electric pull <

and undenied,

a light that burned

into a Night.

a Muse felt Fear

and losing faith,

she lost what’s dear

to save her face,

a fool’s course

since pride is fake,

—and crippled Muse

—and altered Fate.

a Muse knew Grief,

as days grew long,

lost all Belief

that good was strong,

Reaper thief

and loved ones gone,

Turning leaf—

—remixing Song.

a Muse & Death

then trod the path,

matching step

without a map,

and though she feared

the hooded chap,

aMusing was–

the final laugh.

©Karen Robiscoe

the Muse

Un-a-Mused