the Muses have escaped
all nine of them
in a mathematical
and artistic frenzy
they have been sacked
their role in the pantheon
sold up for some new
real estate venture
the Muses are downcast
what a Muse to do
to amuse herself
in these penny pinching days
how can a poet expect
to have her work
taken seriously when
she can't profit from it
the Muses are unemployed
on the dole living
on the smell of an oily rag
their hearts raging
but somehow that muse-oil manages to remain especially fragrant no matter how little there is to go with it
ReplyDeleteI love this and hope you continue to develop it. Which one's going to be an activist? Which one's goin to audition for reality tv?
ReplyDeleteI love it, Sue. (I first read it as 'real estate vultures', and imagined the girls all taking aim!)
ReplyDeleteYes, I think it has potential for some more work. I like the vultures.
ReplyDeleteTerrific Susan.
ReplyDeleteCan smell that oily rag from here! :-)
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