A conversation with The Muse Clio.Herophile:
I need inspiration for a tale to retell.
I've exhausted my trauma
I'm dry as inkwell.Clio:
Fear not dear clientele
I'm your eternal source of drama
Your block I'm here to dispel.Clio:
The beauty of the sun and it's golden fury.Herophile:
Oh wise Clio.
It's been done so much its ordinary
If had anything to say it would be sparse.Clio:
Ok then.
The silver moon and her enduring cycle.Herophile:
Great suggestion, you funny comedienne
To write I fear others genius I must recycle.Clio:
Mortal, you're not making this easy
Rainbows and Aurora bourealis.Herophile:
I'm going for reinvention not chessy
Please Great muse, do not be callous.Clio:
I'm exhausted dark writer
Spring and verdant foliage.Herophile:
For this I'll atone with bulls for your altar
But Wreathed One, That's average.Clio:
I have no altar, mocking mortal.
Something oracular or mythical.Herophile:
I'm truly sorry about your altar.
Mythical?
For you that's something typical.Clio:
A piece good and moral
Death and Decay?Herophile:
Death is amoral.
To write decay would be cliché.Clio:
Elegies and Adieus...Herophile:
Great! That'll trigger such melancholic blues.
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Letters I'll Never Send To Him. [Poetry]
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems written by me. A large number of these follows a fictionalised relationship or occurrence usually stemming from one chance encounter I refuse to let go of. So I immortalise them and let them live beyond that...