Vicious Muse


The Muse of Written Words visited me tonight-
Challenged me to create a lyrical delight-

It spun words in my head in vicious foreplay
Yet taunted my pen to disobey
And deny me the pleasure of the perfect prose
Which at one time was so simply composed

Yet the Muse, like a cruel lover,
Refused to allow me to rediscover

My vision, my rhythm, my lyrical voice
A searing reminder that I have no choice
But to wait for the Muse to unbind my hands
And allow me, again, to channel words on command. – Cheryl Wolfe

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