Rhapsodomancy

Raven's Quill

She speaks to me in words upon the page
The mystic woman who so often takes
My hand and leads my soul in ways of sage

She dries my tears through the pains and heartaches
Then guides my pen to write all the hurt out
And see the truth that my poetry makes

Her belief in me without fear or doubt
That showed the destiny that I must choose
In the silence of words I heard her shout
‘Listen, my poet, for I am your muse’

 

© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Terza Rima

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