Little Muse
She flits about on tiny wings playing hide and seek with a sparkle in her eyes. When I feign indifference she ventures a little closer, darting this way and that. She plays dress-up, pretending she is Calliope with almond blossoms in her hair, And I humour her, for she feeds on my dreams as I bask in her vitality And together, we make a good pair. august 2004
© Janet Reid
