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The Lunatic Muse!
Her waning quadrature appears
Around about the midnight chime
So that old forgetful sonneteers
Hear duty call...upon a rhyme!
Strange duty this, but you will see,
That rhyme comes from the Muse abode,
As if it were a factory...
Of epitaph and haunting ode
Bell whispered from a fading ghost
Somewhere above the inner ear
From hinterland to ocean coast
And just as soon to disappear...
Unless the poet lays it down
Like moonbeams from a lunar crown!
Around about the midnight chime
So that old forgetful sonneteers
Hear duty call...upon a rhyme!
Strange duty this, but you will see,
That rhyme comes from the Muse abode,
As if it were a factory...
Of epitaph and haunting ode
Bell whispered from a fading ghost
Somewhere above the inner ear
From hinterland to ocean coast
And just as soon to disappear...
Unless the poet lays it down
Like moonbeams from a lunar crown!
Published 16th Oct 2022
Author's Note
It's instinctive, isn't it, the way moonbeams tantalize the poet's lycanthropic id?
After millions of years of coexisting,
Where would we be without her?
Oh, and fun fact, in Shakespeare's day the word "lunatic" was pronounced like the way we say the word "fanatic" today.
That's right... they rhyme!
After millions of years of coexisting,
Where would we be without her?
Oh, and fun fact, in Shakespeare's day the word "lunatic" was pronounced like the way we say the word "fanatic" today.
That's right... they rhyme!
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