The feminine archetype as well as the female form itself has always inspired me enormously. There is nothing else in the world that I find equally enticing as the mystery that is woman. However, lately I have been struggling to connect with my specific poetic muse. I've been so busy with promoting and editing what I have written already that I find scarcely any time or mood to create any new poems. But, woo the Muse I must and I have no doubt that my poetry will start flowing again before long. Elusive as she proves, chase her I must..
Ode to my Foremost Muse
Rose-mist, petal-blessed,
Evensong still lingers gently,
Smile-bound secrets mass in thought,
Whispers call forth clarity.
Streams and crystal waterfalls
Trickle down the gorge at night.
I stand proud to now evoke thee,
Silent as my heart cries out.
Luna, Huntress, enticing cloud,
Vapour trails like dresses twirl,
My heart and mind and soul are yours;
My poem's quintessential girl.
