A Woman Scorned

The Muse continues to punish me

 whenever I write prose

 

Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt

no fury ‘hell hath known’

 

She sentences me to endless nights

and days when words won’t come

 

Until I succumb to writing verse

 and she — my breath becomes

 

 

(Fairmount Park: October, 2016)

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