musée mia burrus

Musing

two versions

I started with a black notebook – my phial of little bitter pills-
scribbled scrabbled drifts of words straining to be understood-
 
and then I found a muse among the silence of the golden hills,
among the trilling of the robinsong among the maple wood.
 
Aug 2016
 
 
At first I found myself a muse
And got myself a black note book
Which fast as the words flew became
A phial of little bitter pills
 
But then I found a muse myself
In the silence of the ancient hills
The never ancient trilling birds
The ever silent forest groves
 
May 2019