Amuse me, my muses.


Where are you hiding, Calliope?
Terpsichore, Erato, I need you, too.
I see you there, lurking in the fog
of muddled thought,
jinking in and out of consciousness
like  naughty children.

Please, won’t you come out to play?
Play properly, with real words
and no small contribution from Euterpe.
I promise I’ll be good
and write to your dictation
so that we can all dance and sing,
tell epic stories,
and pay passionate court
to our lovers.

My muse is AWOL just now, so for dVerse Open Link Night I’m linking this poem written for a National Poetry Day and posted here in October 2010.


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20 Responses to Amuse me, my muses.

  1. hayesspencer says:

    You always say you can’t find your Muse(s) but then you write a poem and there they are! I so enjoyed this playful poem.

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  2. Mish says:

    Oh I hate it when muses don’t behave! This was fun to read, Viv.


  3. MarinaSofia says:

    Ha, ha, I love the scolding, begging and entreating of the muses! I often feel mine have deserted me too – they dare not come because I wave the flag of busy-ness at them!

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  4. lillian says:

    Ah, sometimes the Muse takes leave, needing to rest her head upon the flowers of spring . And so glad she did — love reading this!

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  5. colonialist says:

    Classical music, but completely without the ‘ick’. 🙂

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  6. Oh those feeble muses… I know how they love to tease. Being inspired on command is the poet’s ordeal.


  7. Joss says:

    I think this is my favourite of yours.

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  8. An amused muse cannot refuse to heed your call, Viv! You’ll find your voice soon enough, and we’ll be better for it!

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  9. thotpurge says:

    Summoned like that..the muse is sure to come!!

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  10. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Lovely 🙂 sometimes our muse tends to flicker.. but it always comes through ❤

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  11. Ayala says:

    Relatable and delightful !

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  12. jillys2016 says:

    Viv! You have captured it! Especially that bit about taking dictation. Perhaps try being snotty with your muses. “Fine! That’s just fine!” They will come crawling back the moment you ignore them and appear to have fun without them. They are such children! Thanks for sharing this charming poem 🙂

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  13. Charley says:

    Gee, your muses are fun-loving. Mine comes in wearing spikes and leather, carrying a bull whip. Not actually. She is a slave-driver, ‘though. Fun poem; nicely worded and with a joyous tone.

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  14. Grace says:

    When my muse is AWOL, I take the day off by walking and being immersed in other activities ~ Hopefully the words will come back soon 🙂

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  15. katechiconi says:

    Mine too… feeling a bit like a stunned mullet, as they say here so picturesquely.
    Can’t think
    brain numb.
    won’t come.

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  16. scotthastiepoet says:

    Tell epic stories and play passionate court indeed, Viv… Though written some time ago, this tells me there’s plenty more to come VIv and I’ll be back to see… With Best Wishes – even our muses sometimes deserve a holiday!

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  17. I don’t remember this one.

    My muse has been absent for months but I’m forcing it back with trite poetry. Better trite poetry than no poetry (so long as no one reads it).

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