Take me now; I have need
Lexis to which I must heed
Ethereal whisper in my ear
Diaphanous sight before my eyes
Gossamer touch against my skin
The first preface to our prologue
Vellum void of phrase and prose
Let me bathe you in ballad
Let me shower you in sestina
Let my sweet imagery of nothing
Become your metaphor of everything
Let your periphrasis wrap me in symbolisms
Let your euphemisms surround me in similes
Let our soul be one for the discourse of rhythm
for the dialogue of reason, for the diction of rhyme
Let us fall down in the shadow of the valley of meter
Let us rise up on the rock of ages and iambs
Let us bask in the most of incremental repetition
Until only the onomatopoeia of our couplet is left
Diamante drops on parchment and papyrus
The final edict to our epilogue
Gossamer touch against my skin
Diaphanous sight before my eyes
Ethereal whisper in my ear
Lexis to which I must heed
Take me now; I have need
dVerse Poets Pub | Poetics: Who’s your Muse?
Today Ingrid tends bar and invites us to choose our muse. I choose Erato, muse of love poetry and lyric poetry to let her sweet whispers scream everything. For when she has need to speak I take heed to listen, and write…
Raivenne-lations 
This is quit ambitious, good for you for flying so high.
Thank you! Sometimes Muse is very kind to me.
Beautiful, evoking the senses. You could feel the passion in this piece and it’s sensual and intimate. Love it!
“sensual and intimate” Those are Erato’s calling cards. Thanks, Lucy.
This is filled with passion and evokes soul stirring poetry. I specially admire this part:
Let me bathe you in ballad
Let me shower you in sestina
Let my sweet imagery of nothing
Become your metaphor of everything
Thank you, Grace. As I said to fireblossom, sometimes Muse is kind to me.
I love what you’ve done here: the urgent and electrifying eroticism of the Muse which urges you to breathe poetry into being! This line made me smile:
‘Let us fall down in the shadow of the valley of meter’
Sometimes the muse is all-consuming 🙂
“electrifying eroticism” I do like that.
‘Let us fall down in the shadow of the valley of meter’ was my usual snark at writing metered poems lol.
Thanks, Ingrid for an a-MUSE-ing and be-MUSE-ing prompt.
My pleasure 😊
Erato is the perfect muse for you … this is stunning, erotic and I loved every sexy word.
* curtsies * Thank you!
Excellent
Thanks!
I like how you began and ended with the lines reversed. I really like the vessel shape of your poem. I especially enjoyed what you filled your vessel with. Now there is a Muse I want to borrow once in awhile 🙂
Thanks, Lisa. Calliope and Erato are truly the ones who speak loudest to me among them, though I feel it is more they borrow us than the other way around.
You are welcome and now that you say that, I’m sure you’re right.