My BBM Poetry Group Challenge – We all had to write a poem outside our comfort zones. I write a lot of sensual/erotic pieces, and so my Challenge was to write ‘No sex/heartache, no economy of words (a term we use to describe the deliberate cutting out of unnecessary words), has to be descriptive and from someone else’s persona.’ I must admit it was liberating to write in longer sentences again hehe … Here’s my piece….
Responsibility held a knife, slashing Muse’s wrists,
Causing poetic arteries to gush in a fountain of red ink.
Stumbling, Muse was losing too much blood.
No crafted capilliaries causing careful catharsis!
Caused crashing on cold concrete considerations:
Bills, jobs, taking care of the young ‘uns…
And underneath, Muse screams – yet no one hears –
As chilling chores constrict her creative currents;
Slashing imagination’s jugular with murderous intent,
Ignoring muse’s screams to cease, desist – relent.
Responsibility slashed creativity’s wrist, seeking sanctuary
But failed to notice the loaded gun held by Creativity:
“I will not be contained!
Restrained by the wrappings and trappings of living!
Will not be giving all till I can’t call out in bliss
As I see a sun rise or sun set, or kiss
The colours of a rainbow’s arch: Inspiration will not die!
I will survive: I am Immortal….”
Creativity’s blood flow did not kill my Muse
But she rose from the floor – unharmed, and bemused
And inspired to go again…
- The Poet toils (thegoatpoet.com)
- The creative muse is fascinating and fickle. (barbarabriggsdesigns.wordpress.com)
- Resurrection (writingpress.wordpress.com)