Visitation of the Muse
The Muse made her presence known
at a little hour of the morning.
2:32 A.M.
A lightning flash of rapid fire inspiration.
She shot at me random strands of poetry …
She sparked vivid images of beaded art
and profoundly shaped figures in clay…
She frantically chanted fragments of the opening lines
of a novel that I have yet to birth…
And there, in the groggy fog
of the morning’s little hour,
I rolled the pillow over my head
and told the Muse to shut up.
Nora Place Morbeck
April 22, 2011
