Golden Whispers in the Night
Prompt: What does the muse whisper to you?

I lie in wait
for want of
precious
clarity
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡
Sheer drapes
finally alight
with the golden
wind of invitation
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡
Summoning
prompting me
to retake my
place at the page
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It matters
not the time
nor pangs of
hunger streaking
my face
gaunt in the
blinking light
of the
witching-hour
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I sit
with all
alacrity
keys beneath
fiddly fingers
jumping and tapping
frantically
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡
That mystical
resource
creativity
clouding up
around me
my muse
I am
breathing
you in
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡
Expelling
great opaque
dream-clouds
filled with
stanzas and lines
ready to
portion out
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡
I dive in headfirst
swimming away
splashing around
in pools of letters
all day
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




Comments (1)
I love your closing metaphor, totally my kind of imagery. 💖