Poem: The Muse, by Jenny Taylor Moodie
The Muse
This woman in silk
with her vein trailed hands,
fingers crowded with tawny rings,
feeding my paths,
leading me onward,
like the breeze pushing my back
and a voice in my hair,
offering me
her heady knowing,
whispering words
of a purple sky
and pregnant possibility.
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