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#106 A Muse

Author
Harry Mason
Published
Sat 17 Dec 2022
Episode Link
https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/harryisapoet/episodes/106-A-Muse-e1s0l5d

She'd was both cute and dangerous, and gosh darn did she know it

She'd inspired lovers and labourers, adventures and poets

Not a soul in this world or the next could resist her charms

Let me explain to stop you being vexed and maybe save you from harm




The most transient and beautiful thing, well after life herself see

She'd overthrown more kings than the oracles at Delphi

Her true name is unknown, she's a Goddess in most culture

She helps Fate be sewn, is more persistent than the vulture




She is bedfellows with Destiny, touching the vestibule of hearts of many a lover

Employed tirelessly to make it irresistible to you when you meet your other

That love is not always requited, yet no known person had found a way to refuse

My determination alighted, I made a pilgrimage to the being known as Muse




As a poet in training, I felt it just a part of my learning

My heart should be paining so my skill could be earning

Following the footsteps of Shakespeare, Byron and Keats

Though it was patently clear this path had witnessed many fantastic feets




I drew closer to her throne, thanking of the travesties she'd help cause

Her will was her's alone, and her history gave me pause

She'd caused hearts to break and strive, thrown men from many a cliff

Though through some she became alive, yet others she made lay stiff




My feet took me to hers, and I stared at her in awe

That I could infer one so great could ever be a flaw!

That I could ever have doubted her heart, it put me to shame

The only being worthy of the great Art done in her name




This Being too influential to deny, so beauteous to behold

She would be my path to the sky, as my sense took hold

I remember her danger. I come to sense as I linger

Deciding to stay a stranger, I showed the great Muse the finger




I walked alone long and friendless down the path I once came

Though it seemed sometimes endless, not once I felt shame

While I may have no Muse to aid my poems and writing

I hope to still amuse and, just maybe, sometimes be enlightening




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