Muse in a Dark Place

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I stumbled across my poetry collection, a following up to The Shrinking Violet Verses… I thought they remained stashed away from being published because of funds or my indecision of finding a nice Owl cover. Upon reading them again I remembered why I left it alone, they each come from a very dark place.

A harsh place, cold and pitch-black, in fact there’s a poem of such savage, vengeful intent that I may not voice of aloud for fear of sending soon some seven thousand miles away – It would be deserved but that’s hardly the point.

When people think of Muse they think of Either the rock band or the renaissance, the Fifty-odd year Vanity project of man, where Michelangelo and Shakespeare made it the Age of Wonder instead of the Age of really was – Conquest. And as beautiful as he made a Midsummer, he also made a Scottish tyrant quite mad.

I watched Titus as a dumbstruck teenager, by the end I wondered how troubled Shakespeare was to write such carnage, begging the question: Where does it stop, how do you pull yourself back from despair in a soliloquy? Sure some despair are transformed into butterflies – Bram Stoker’s fear brought about Dracula, John Keats ‘ sorrow brought about To Sleep.

But then there’s the Virginia Woolfs, the Sylvia Plaiths, Thom Hardy and it’s this watermark where a writer must pull up and out from. I’m sure I’ll publish then eventually, people might mistake it for a Book of Shadows that rhymes! And if spoken to the person who started it all? Who knows what would happen!!

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Every single story has a silver of truth, every single one, Macbeth is supposedly based on a real King, Montecchi and the Cappeletti was a real blood feud in Cremona, Italy. Muse takes us to dark places or she cultivates the darkness already there, it’s up to the writer to get out of the water before the shark gets us – That story by the way, is also true!.

Yes, I’ll publish the poems, I may even make a little poetry corner here and I may even narrate them some day. Just to wonder if an old Southern Crone, turns into a toad or gets struck by lightning, again with muse this dark? There’s just no way to tell….