Hard To Get

My muse laughs
for she knows how her magic works.
She taunts me daily
tying words to kite tails
and flying them where I can see them
but cannot reach.

Now and then she lets a few
trail across my mind
just long enough to touch my soul
and tempt my pen
then slips back into the night
playing hard to get

She takes pride
in her deftness of flight,
darting this way and that,
teasing my thoughts
when she knows my eyes are weary
and my dreams beckon.

She leaves tiny morsels
on my pillow,
snippets of inspiration
she refuses to fully share  
unless the stars align in harmony
to her whims

But when her heart bleeds
upon the parchment of my soul
she smiles
and drifts into the shadows,
lest I learn the secret
she tries so hard to hide

…that even though she plays
hard to get
in truth, she likes it 
when I write


january 2008
Janet Reid




  
Awarded by Poetic Constellations




  
Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Dawn