When they ask you to explain my habit (Note to the Muse)
When they ask you to explain my habit
Keep silent, look somewhere else
Point to a possibility sparkling
On a hill they could chase for themselves
Far away. Keep them there
You are my protector
Divert their eyes from my cause
And I will pause to reward you only
With my gaze, a drunken caress
Beyond all grace and meaning
I have no time for enquiry
Nor desire to justify my practice
It is more than they can imagine
Strangers as they are to a natural song
Stand at my door and keep me
At a distance from those others
Watch how I bicker with material gods
And tear at their robes
To fashion wings from a sky
You convinced me was all mine.
cw 2016
That is a stately poem. Strong. Terrific.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rob.
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