Erato’s Plaything

The Muse caresses you
WHITE HOT SPARKS!!!!

Your heart receives
the molten steel idea
Sparks!!

You hold the cherry-red casting
there inside you
sparks

Until it cools enough to touch
Cools enough
that it won’t burn the paper

There it rests on the table
Still bearing the delicate traces
of her fingerprint

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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