A Muse Came Tapping

In all matters of love I had never amounted to more than a pusher.    – Don Paterson, The Book of Shadows

In splash and splurge I’ve quenched my thirst,
all worries ditched, the shades of other
matters banished by each burst
of energy. No need for mother
love that tends to fear the worst.
I didn’t care whose fingertip
had set me off or what went first,
never in doubt that too much grip
amounted to too much control.
To my complete surprise I’d find
more purpose in my heart and soul
than ever in my will and mind.
A muse came tapping at my door.
Pusher of dreams, I rushed to score.

Duncan Gillies MacLaurin


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