The black curtain of night
draws closed at the end of day
like a chemist at work
the Wordsmith dreams
her Muse sits watching
waiting for a slurry of words
to nudge her with urgency
so inspiration will come
she can give to the Wordsmith
who is trying to capture
the letters transparent
as they appear like woven
silken vibrant threads from
the illusive silk worm
threads strong, unbreakable
like obstinate children
rebellious…belligerent
not wanting to form words
they remain recalcitrant
in their need to remain
separate from one another
letters after all
the Wordsmith dreams
her Muse still waiting
for the letters to
coalesce into words
© March 2016
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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