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Euterpe's Entreaty
by Mae D MoreyEuterpe's Entreaty
My blood is ink
on vellum page
the softest sigh
of words uncage
with whispers deft
the silence sage
tales are woven
sight unseen
so close your eyes
and follow me
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feign don't blink
for I'll be gone
and with me take
the muse's song.
Don't be hasty,
do be quick
the echoes won't
last all that long
so bleed me dry
before the dawn. 05/29/2013 Author's Note: Just a bit of drivel - I haven't really written anything in an awful long time.
Posted on 05/31/2013
Copyright © 2025 Mae D Morey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/13 at 09:13 PM Actually, far from drivel in my books. I love the subtle vampire tone of this, and how it applies to poetry. Poets are like vampires, "we don't settle old scores...we harbour them." |
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