Must I beg for your favour
and your benediction?
No, I will not

Goddess of Inspiration
what chance have I to gain
your blessings!
Even Shakespeare once cried
Where art thou Muse?

I have sweet, faithful Silence
for company
No desires, no demands
to be gratified
Just quiet strength
and unqualified protection

Hide, stone-hearted Muse
it is not you that I seek
I shall save the words
until another day
For now, it is Silence
that will speak


Prompted by Carry on Tuesday