I an Not his Muse

I’m not his muse, and I can never be.                        

No time, circumstance or chance will let me.                       

 

After all he gives and gets, loves, regrets,                 

he remains my teacher and I, the taker.                    

He is anarchist and challenging creator,                   

who advocates the belief I have no need

to be seen and posed as a poetical parody.              

I raise a reluctant pen, listening to his elation.           

Spoken softly in spite of my self-deprecation,                       

questioning whether to make my verse heard.                     

                                               

I’m not his muse, and I can never be.            

No time, circumstance or chance will ever let me.   

 

 

© Katy Megan Hughes 2016      

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Nigel Astell

Mon 21st Nov 2016 14:29

First two lines

Last two lines

I'm not - - -

The middle explaining why.

I think you are already breaking free from your enslavement but it will take time.

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