A 60's Muse

From what I knew of model shoots,  
Her coiffed long hair of blonde corn silk,    
And pouty lips with gaped front teeth,    
She looked like nothing I had seen.    
   
This Kenyan girl came from the wild,    
A London rave in magazines,    
So tall with grace and shapely legs,    
Would turn the heads of ev'ry fan.    
   
But early in her new career    
Of Mary Quant and Carnaby,    
A handsome boy of rocker fame    
Would meet her on a movie set.    
   
He asked her out but she declined,    
She didn't know just who he was.    
'Twas "just" a Beatle it turned out,    
The lead guitarist, George, was he!    
   
Still, they would wed event'ally,    
And then met the Maharishi,    
Who taught them how to meditate    
In Rishikesh, north India.    
   
Then George would write "Something" profound,
His anthem: a mantra to love.    
In their lives came Eric Clapton    
Who wooed the muse to George's chant.    
   
On walls were claimed that he was God,    
Who too would write his hopeless love,    
His "Layla" to her he'd lament.    
For George loved Eric, bros for life.    
   
But in between these passion plates,
There always was this winsome muse
Who's name and image can't replace
The heart and soul of Pattie Boyd.    



Image: public domain    
   
April 19 ( NaPoWriMo 2017