The Muse Was Here
A thumbprint of evidence
in winter’s cold case
The muse gives witness
to the moon’s phased escape
_________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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January 1st, 2019 12:00 pm
Aptly written, Colleen. The “moon’s phased escape” here around Houston signals the return to senses of the horrible drivers under it’s influence. They have been pulling out in front of cars, cutting folk off while driving, and sometimes making obscene gestures.
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January 1st, 2019 12:23 pm
Ah yes the moon has left us .. only to return again weeks later as the “Wolf Moon,” ? I find it to be a constant companion of the muse. Happy New Year! ❤
January 1st, 2019 1:02 pm
Thanks for the lunar forensics — we’re closer to who done it! (Now, which muse …)
January 1st, 2019 3:15 pm
The winter moon is waning… but my muse feeds in darkness so that’s OK
January 1st, 2019 4:15 pm
I enjoyed this. It is succint and mysterious, with an interesting metaphor.
January 1st, 2019 6:45 pm
I’m chuckling at delight in reading the comments, because honestly, there are some gem poems fashioning themselves here. 😉
Lovely poem Colleen – the moon is an endless source of wonder, even when she has turned her back on us for a brief spell. Then we must use our cat’s eyes to sense the way through.
January 1st, 2019 11:18 pm
The image and metaphor here come to their fruition in the brevity of words and the piquancy of thought. Beautifully done!
January 1st, 2019 11:20 pm
Yes, Pat. Poets leave the best comments!
January 2nd, 2019 8:01 am
Send that Muse my way, PLEASE. I’m tired of working on stuff in the “Works In Progress” file; need something NEW to chew on.