I had trouble coming up with a poem for this week's dVerse Poets Open Link Night, so naturally I blamed the muse for the lack of ideas rather than the fact that I stayed up half the night and expected to write something coherent the next morning while running on three cups of café crème...
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Promiscuous Muse - for the Open Link Night #410
What is a poor poetess to do
when the muse is a finicky little bitch?
I even left crackers and milk
on the windowsill,
but it seems that after so many years
of working with me,
the dude needs something stronger.
Probably went out complaining
with the other muses,
over a glass of cheap scotch
and titties.
Sometimes I wonder
whether he pays visits
to other wannabe poetesses,
and my blood boils
at the mere thought of him
giving them a rhyme or two.
And I shudder at the thought of him
finding a more demure woman,
someone compliant enough
to lick the words
off his mouth
and spit them back out
on paper
without arguing that his metaphors
taste like shit.
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The image of a male muse is so amusing… you better give him some whiskey next time.
Thank you, for the comment but the whiskey is mine… he can drink water unless he starts acting like a proper muse hahaha….
This poem resonates, Reelika! I love a finicky little bitch of a muse, although I can understand his annoyance at the crackers and milk! He’s just trying to make you jealous.
I think it’s working,
Damn!
This is what happens when the muse stops being the mythical creature flying by your ears at 4a.m and refuses to come now at all instead.
Thanks for the comment ☺️
Never take your muse for granted.
Thank you for the comment ☺️!
Yeah, maybe I should start taking care of this creature… Not pick a fight over a metaphor or two… 🤔
I like the mischieviousness of this poem and your muse. your muse loosely reminds me of a Johnny Paycheck song, “Thanks to the cathouse, I am in the dogouse with you…”
Beautifully crafted and clever! 🩵
🧐 what an intriguing piece of music I didn’t think about myself…. 🤔
Thank you for the comment!
I so can relate to this and on reflection I think I’ve given mine up – too much drama , when I’m just trying to sit and observe the world! Great writing!
Thank you so much, funny thing with mine, while he may be a finicky little… and sometimes supply horrendous metaphors I still think I would rather keep him.
Make him pay!
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Yeah, while they say that sharing is caring it does not apply to Muses right?!
I will try to think of a proper way to make him pay…
😂 Oh my this is fun, thank you for the comment.
Excellent work and thought here. Show me someone whose muse is their bestie and I’ll bet they never reads their own poems.
Thank you so much.
Yeah if a muse doesn’t make you stare at a line break or an em-dash at 3 a.m while googling synonyms…
I mean, provide you with migraines, is that really a muse?
Oooh this is exciting! I like the idea of a male muse being fickle and not offering him whiskey until he learns to behave 😀
Hehe, whiskey and tittie rights seem to be revoked for the time being…
Thank you for the comment I don’t even know which was more fun, writing the poem or those comments and me trying to stay in character.
Oh this half irresistible creature who stomps around demanding better snacks and stronger drinks Hilarious
Thank you so much,
maybe I haven’t been the best poet to work with with either since I only have milk and crackers…
Such an entertaining poem, Reelika! 🙂 My first thought would be ditch this muse for a new one if only to teach him a lesson, but then it seems that clearly sparks fly between you at times, so maybe keep him for a little while longer…he may gift you the poem you want soon enough.
Thank you for the comment, am apparantly having a lot of fun with these :).
And yeah,
I am not really the type to ditch a muse, if it was a man acting this way, yeah,
muses not so much
All I can say is what a cheek!! A hoot of a poem enjoyed every moment!!
Thank you so much!
Love it Reelika! Passionate and confident 👏
That’s what I am talking about!
I love this so much!
And hell yeah, no free whiskey until he stops being a little bitch!
Thank you so much,
Yeah, I agree.
Lol
I once wrote that the muse is as fickle as an already fed cat. I think my muse is female. When my son was little he thought that cats were girls and dogs were boys!
I think that all muses are like cats or something really fickle, whether it’s a male or a female…
And the kid was onto something, felines to seem more feminine at first glance…
Though I certainly gravitate towards tomcats.
Thank you for the comment and I would actually like to read the piece 🙂
Oh, the muse! Who can tame him (or her)!? It seems you were able to wrangle that rascal~
Thank you and I try.
I love the strength of your imagery – visceral and essential they seem to me – and a great ending too! Jae
Thank you so much!
I like the way that you are not in thrall to your errant muse but remain defiant in this amusing ars poetica, Reelika – crack the whip and bring him into line…
He has me enthralled but as a writer I am definitely defiant to subpar metaphors … And I edited it three times trying to get a b…
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Very amusing!
Thank you!
I so laughed, this was a wonderful read, and yes, that slack muse needs to life his game!
Thank you so much am happy it made people laugh.