PROLOGUE: I have long had a love affair with my muse. That hiddeness deep inside that inspires the most beautiful in me and allows me to write from time to time. The Greek image of the muse is the best I can do to identify her…she is female for sure and there is something of a love between us but she is aloof and rarely shows herself. Most of my poetry is simply bait, lumps of coal to tempt the diamond from the mountain…once and a great while she emerges and takes my breath away. Without her there would have been many, many moments of painful loneliness.

PROMETHEAN MUSE

she lifts as light
moves warm upon the wall
nameless lives and lives
my life-long lover
teasing word after word
soul wrenched children
wailing into this wild world

she is beauty
she is song
she is strength

she is muse
chained to me since birth
will lay with me in death
I her mountain top
she my titan Promethean
who gave me fire
and brought me to life