MY MUSE

MY MUSE

My rhythm ran to the mountains

My words to the rocks

My voice to the hills

My thoughts an avalanche of emptiness.

 

I yearned for my Muse

The birth of somethingness

An antidote to my forgetfulness

A cradle of my purposefulness.

 

Lo and behold

Like a knight in shining armour

He showed up to rekindle my vigour

And yes! I found my rigour

A sparkle for my brilliance

My Muse is my TEACHER.

 

~Bridget Anayeagbu  SS3 Marx