Thumbnail of my muse

Thumbnail of my muse

 

You can’t just sneak up on my muse

& try & steal her for a kiss

Or she will disappear

But she has a good sense of humour

& is down to earth & air

She’s not one for flattery

But I like telling of my feelings for her

She’s gentle & walks lightly

& she steers me when I try & rush her

To know my place

She is afar but not aloof

She is committed to her truth

As I am

Still I get greedy for her under the Djaara stars

But the magic happens

When she seeks me out

She is fond of flowers as she is of me

She knows each wildflower personally

She is hardworking from morning till night

Still people demand more of her

Because she radiates so much light

At the end of a long day

She needs to keep her own counsel

Where she dances & drums like an ancient dream

She tells me she cries

But never in front of me

She is sunshine

Like her flowers,

& rain

She likes the occasional puff

She has a beautiful country timbre

An articulate poet philosopher

As brief as the long journey to the deep north

She’s emotional but not angry

For she carries a heavy weight

I love her

& wish so to help her with her load

But too often I add to it, I’m sorry my darling

Which is why I’m writing this

I just long to hold her

If only for a moment

But never to possess her

She’s way to precious for that

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.