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Broken Appointment

The bitch.

I sat there
in my usual spot.

Fingers poised;
ready.

Usually,
it just flows.

It begins as a trickle
with me
peck, peck, pecking my way
onto the page.

Then she takes hold
and the scenes
unfolding behind my eyelids,
magically
find their way
to the page.

Magic.

It really does
feel like that.

She has hold of me.

My fingers glide,
unbidden,
forming the images
in my mind’s eye.

The world around me;
forgotten.

The page and me.

That is all
there is.

But not today.

My Muse
broke our appointment;
again.

Fickle bitch.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

23 thoughts on “Broken Appointment

  1. Loved this, My Dear!! A super piece on Muses!! My visits seem to be hit and miss! I didn’t know it was ok to bad mouth a Muse!! LOL! Really an Awesome poem, Penny!!! Bellissimo!!
    xoxoxo

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  2. I just noticed this at the bottom of your post…

    “Go ahead, make my day. πŸ™‚ Share, push a button or two!”

    Anyone who threatens me to share their poetry is my kind of person!

    πŸ™‚

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