Severed Muse (draft)

[Countess]

I wear a smile on my face,
trying to erase the pain
with a lie, but spiraling inside,
I betray
the bleak landscape
the woeful lamentations
of a solitary mourner.

I stand aside our grave
lay flowers at your feet
and pray for a resurrection.

Will you rise?
Will you rise, oh muse,
to sing my soul alive
to whisper me a sweet melody?

Or will you deprive
- in jest, hate or indifference -
your heavenly fire,
the raging desire
that moves pen on paper
or spills ink across the floor
of my mind.

Within, you have moved Shakespeare
Within, you have moved Yeats and Wilde
Within, you have conjured spirits
of the damned, and by saints divine
posessed, I have scribed
- oh, how I have scribed! -
prose, poetry and rhyme
for your namesake...

(TBD)

[Pendragon]

It sings sweet sorrow, Countess. I hope it is not the last thing you write...
I pray for ease of your pain... Your poem is touching... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Queen.gif

[jon1jt]

i'm with pendragon---it rings with an abiding sorrowfulness start to finish. and very well written.

i just wish you would show me more of that 'bleak' landscape and 'woeful' lamentations and 'raging' desire and 'heavenly' fire. overall, i really like it. :)

[Countess]

FWIW - It's not just me singing to a dead muse, but the muse is a person who is gone from my life. The graveyard is our relationship - I am the only one in mourning; it seems.
He brought Wilde to me, inspired Shakespearean melodies, recalled Yeats' faith. I sung to him from the lofty bowers of poetry, romanced him underneath his window, in the light of a pale moon. Now that he's gone, I have no reason to sing anymore. I stand gazing up at the darkness of an empty window, a window without beauty, without grace, without form.
To whom do I sing? The only song I know is the monotonous hum of abject melancholy. The Pretty has departed forever.

[Pendragon]

Want a piece of advice from a friend? I read more into stuff than people think I could ever possibly read. There is a Sherlock Holmes story The Adventure of the Veiled Lodger to which which I leave you a link. http://www.geocities.com/fa1931/british/conandoy/lodger.html His advice to her is mine to you. Read and tell me if I am right.

Pen