Poems - Ruth Thompson | Ruth Thompson Poetry

Speaking Of the Muse

Speaking of the Muse My muse comes up behind me and says Honey(she calls me honey)you don’t have a lot of time here –lose the pale Flemish bridewith the sidelong glances. She says Look! Here I am!Dappled with oceansfurred with green and gold –Honey, give me your full attention here! O she turnslight runs from…