O weeping muse - new title - Madness Options

[saore]

revision #2 thanks to Sylvia and Snow.




O weeping muse

Weeping muse...
you make me fall
into a thick misty river,
the tundra where my poems gather.

Madness enters on the wind,
the jolt of a wild animal
thrashing from a spasm,
its eyes seek mine
in despair.

O my first dead—
Which winter squall
carries my disordered pages,
the shroud of tears we will inhabit,
the gravesite where all spit
their epitaphs?


Revision 1 - thanks to Eisa


O weeping muse
you make me fall
into a thick misty river;
the tundra where my poems gather.
…Madness enters with the wind,
the jolt of a wild animal
thrashing from a spasm,
his eyes seek mine.

O my first dead,
which winter squall
carries my disordered pages,
the shroud of tears we will inhabit,
the grave where all spit
their epitaphs?


Original

O weeping muse
you make me fall
through a thick misty river;
the tundra where my poems gather.
…Madness enters through the wind
like the jolt of a wild animal
rising from a spasm.

O my first dead,
what winter squall
carries my disordered
pages, the shroud of tears
we will inhabit,
the grave where all spit
their epitaphs?

[galoutofdixie]

Wonderful poem--especially this

"O my first dead—
Which winter squall
carries my disordered pages,
the shroud of tears we will inhabit,
the gravesite where all spit
their epitaphs?"



the only thing that didn't seem to quite match (at first) was
" the jolt of a wild animal
thrashing from a spasm"

but the more I read it, the more it seems to be an integral part of the poem. I love how the whole thing ends on a question--well done!