The Capriciousness of MusesMuses care little for the timetables of us mortals.The Capriciousness of Muses by Vladimir32
They will yank you out of bed at 2AM
Clamouring for your immediate attention
And if you delay acknowledgment;
Leave them to return at a time better suited to your schedule,
They will cheekily not return at all.
On the off chance that they do overcome their spite
And deign to come knocking again,
It will likely be a week-and-a-half later.
At a similar hour, no less.
I have never known any of them to arrive bearing truly ripe ideas.
I’m lucky if they bring seeds.
Few – if any – can be called forthcoming:
Most simply plant themselves in front of you
Whilst grinning and fidgeting like a child
Trying their damnedest to keep a delicious secret.
They can be quite rude to each other as well.
No sooner may one arrive than another will follow on its heels
And try to shove their forerunner aside.
They compete for your attention;
Pulling your hand this way and that,
Shifting your tack mid-journey.
Yet indeed, though we must wres
Heart of a BearI remember where I found you firstHeart of a Bear by Vladimir32
As you covered canvas with your hurt and thirst.
Day by day I find myself back there.
We sat and spoke for hours on end,
You let me inside your heart and head,
And I felt awake in me a mother bear.
Many have bid you cold farewell;
Cast you aside after you had flayed yourself.
You had every reason to guard yourself from me.
But in time you led me beneath your skin,
Confessed of wounds and so-called sins,
Honoured me, the lowly stranger, with trust-run-deep.
You wondered why I stuck around,
Afraid your heavy heart would weigh me down;
Afraid your own flagella would whip ‘round and lash me,
Though you’ve not said nor done what my love won’t abide.
And if the trail grows steep and breaks your stride,
I’ll sit at your side and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
With some regret I cannot say
What will arrive on the backs of approaching days.
Though surely they will bring new pains and fears.
If in facing them you feel alone,
Nest In My HeartStep into my heart, little one.Nest In My Heart by Vladimir32
Four chambers, each to be made your own.
Let yourself in and let your rigours
Unravel from ‘round your bones and brain.
In these chambers you are safe.
Do not be afraid to spill out your insides.
Give to me what you cannot keep;
Let it gnaw at your stomach no longer.
Build a nest in my heart, little one.
If you must, build a sandbag wall as well.
I will not mind; I would be honoured.
Rest within and be warmed by its heat.
Gather your quilts about you and sleep;
For a minute or for an age, however you need.
But stay with me, little one, please.
Stay and listen to the soft vital beat say
“I love you”.