Poetry’s Mistress
 
I never let words have their rapturous way.
No person who knows me would ever dare say
I ride rhythmic tides in a lexical sea –  
I’m hexed by a Muse who’s ensorcelling me.  
That’s whacky and tacky and drastically wrong –  
I’m blind to the beauty of sonnet and song.
No soul will cajole me to blithely believe
I’m poetry’s mistress with magic to weave.
 
I’m poetry’s mistress with magic to weave.
No soul will cajole me to blithely believe
I’m blind to the beauty of sonnet and song –  
That’s whacky and tacky and drastically wrong.
I’m hexed by a Muse who’s ensorcelling me.
I ride rhythmic tides in a lexical sea.
No person who knows me would ever dare say
I never let words have their rapturous way. 

Susan Jarvis Bryant

 
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