Let's read what breed of spells we can spill
From the alpha-beta brew cast into this caldron
Bubbling with anticipation of soul burning sensations
Boiling with blistering images that invoke a spinal chill
Travelling up and down through interlocking bones
That sway in the breeze atop the cloud where sleeps the idle muse
Awakening our silent beast to bring forth her yawning roar
That stirs the magic language swirling within her ink stained well
The cloud she rested her bones upon turns dark and ominous
As the stain of words begins to rain down on two poets dripping verse
At first a sprinkle gently taps the page one hushed whisper at a time
Forming a sentence as if collaboration was a conspiracy of crime
But when the line has sucked the blood and let the quill run dry
Dipping the tip into her well with a yawp comes forth another line
Soon the thick hot rain is pouring from a rhythmic thunder cloud
Crying out the song to crown the long overdue expecting muse
At last the tearful clamor has become our newborn child's tune
For conjoining two creative souls upon the muse's bed
Brings to life in black and white, this brood dubbed poetry

05/30/2016

Posted on 05/31/2016
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