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Elusive Muse
by Kate DemereeIn russets gown
Wearing golden shoes
With ruby crown
Is my darling muse
The scarlet wings
That fluttered by
Brought delightful things
To the autumn sky
Oh I the voyeur
Will ever be
Her secret lover
Captured willingly
Her dance of vales
Will be over soon
Novembers gales
Shall still October's moon
Yet I shall remember
Her garb and crown
She will dance in fires ember
As snow falls down
Waiting there
In memories eye
Until she dare
To reclaim the sky
How I
Love
This
Elusive Muse
10/14/2004 Posted on 10/14/2004
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 10/14/04 at 03:40 PM it seems colour and season have served as the glorious muse this time. We just worked on use of colours in our poetry class. You did a beautiful job here. Lovely. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/14/04 at 05:36 PM I got news for you, that elusive muse digs you too as this poem is clearly indicative. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/15/04 at 04:52 AM And I your Poem Kate...Charlie |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/15/04 at 05:48 AM You certainly have a fancyful and effervescent muse on your hands, Kate. Fun poem!
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/16/04 at 05:21 PM Let me fall into autumn with words like these... words that linger with October's tease. Caress me with the colors of the fallen leaves, and your words whisper as the wind through the trees.... :) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/17/04 at 05:10 AM Just gather your self and the elusive Muse is in your arms.'She will dance in fires ember
As snow falls down' and dance with you.
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