Doggerel advice for friends awaiting inspiration.
The Muse
The Muse is cruel, but she’ll give you
Her secrets after all her dues
Are paid in full, and after that
The artist must endure Her chat.
Her gifts require sacrifice
And abstinence from every vice.
Whiskey is replaced by tea,
And definitely no TV!
The Deity will drop Her mask
While playing at some other task.
A simple job can free the mind
For presents of a nobler kind.
Yoga’s done on bended knees
Awaiting her epiphanies.
Her servant listens, tied in knots,
To hear Her faint Magnificats.
The Muse requires praise and lauds,
With offerings to the god of spas;
Ritual baths in salty water
Appease Zeus’ wisest daughter.
Long walks are Her pilgrimage,
By woods, and fields and water’s edge;
But if the artist lives in the city,
Asphalt must yield up the ditty.
Returning home to empty pages
She grants the wisdom of the ages;
And after waiting oh so long,
She speaks in silence and in song.
Dear Stephanie,
Your gift with words and rye humour are with you, as is your Muse. The inspiration and song will flow from the depth of the wisdom, beauty, faith and gift that are within you. Hugs!
Hugs right back to you Emily. You are my constant source of inspiration and support!