The Muse Poem by Hazel Durham

The Muse

Rating: 5.0


He remembers he met her on a crowded bus,
She was laden down with shopping bags,
Her arresting, vivid, blue eyes held defeat of endless deceit,
He observed a young woman crumpled, with whispers of loveliness,
At times sweeping over her endearing face,
He went to her assistance and carried all her bags,
As he listened to the sweetness of her shyness,
As she told him her name was Mags,
Her full, cherry, red lips were quivering,
From the starvation of passion,
She was dressed in worn jeans and a plain top,
Her voluptuous body didn't need any fashion,
Walking with such grace,
At her own elegant pace.



Along the grimy, mean streets,
He spots a simple cafe and decides to give her a treat,
Along the cream, painted walls, hung large mirrors,
As he noticed the reflection of her shimmering, chestnut hair,
The features of her face seemed all wrong,
Quirky, appealing like the girl in every love song,
She told him in a breathless voice strained with pain,
Of her struggle that was driving her insane,
The night sky couldn't hold her emptiness in all it's vastness,
The stars reflect once the twinkle in her lost eyes,
As she fights through a jungle of lies,
Screaming for the release of her captured soul,
From her husband's abuse and demands,
She know's she must obey his every command.



He held her small, trembling, cold hands,
And promised he would be her ally,
With his writer's heart moving to a safer place,
Colourful ribbons dancing in an azure sky,
His emotions soaring with windswept rose petals,
Crowning her lustrous, chestnut hair,
He knew he was as strong as metal,
Holding hands with his destiny of forever,
He would cherish, encourage and nourish Mags to breakaway,
To empower her to feel a new beginning taking hold,
Keeping her safe from the blast of the wintry cold,
They left the cafe and embraced,
He felt exhilarated like finishing first in a race.



That was the last time he ever saw Mags,
As his phone calls remained unanswered,
The storm of her life probably continues,
He writes now with her image fluttering,
Like a trapped butterfly in his creative mind,
He has accepted her scarred soul is unable to choose,
She will remain his forever, elusive, endearing muse.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yash Shinde 04 April 2014

As she fights through a jungle of lies, Screaming for the release of her captured soul, From her husband's abuse and demands, She know's she must obey his every command. ................seems to be the condition of every woman today.......................a beautiful work Hazel, with vivid imagery, colors and similes......a big 10 for your write.................

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Lyn Paul 06 April 2014

Such an incredible story Hazel, leaving the reader with the wonder of fact or fiction, really is beautifully written. I thank you

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Ramesh Rai 06 April 2014

The whole scene is floating before my eyes.can not say how many dips you have taken in the ocean of sorrows to express your imagination. The storm of her life would have stopped. He writes now with her image fluttering, Like a trapped butterfly in his creative mind, He has accepted her scarred soul is unable to choose, She will remain his forever, elusive, endearing muse. An incredible write. I hope i will never forget this poem. i just started to think. Thank you so much.REGARDS.

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Valsa George 07 April 2014

Instead of a fairy tale end for this great tale of love, it has taken a different but uplifting conclusion! He writes now with her image fluttering, Like a trapped butterfly in his creative mind, He has accepted her scarred soul is unable to choose, She will remain his forever, elusive, endearing muse. I enjoyed these lines the most.... So her hazel eyes, chest nut hair and lovely features will continue to be the topic of many of his poems!

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Valsa George 07 April 2014

Instead of a fairy tale end for this great tale of love, it has taken a different but uplifting conclusion! He writes now with her image fluttering, Like a trapped butterfly in his creative mind, He has accepted her scarred soul is unable to choose, She will remain his forever, elusive, endearing muse. I enjoyed these lines the most.... So her hazel eyes, chest nut hair and lovely features will continue to be the topic of many of his poems!

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Chinedu Dike 24 April 2019

A captivating tale of love told in eloquent finesse. Deep and very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Hazel.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 September 2018

This is a beautiful poem on love so nicely executed. The penmanship is too touching. Interesting to read. The way of presentation is unique. I appreciate this poem. Thanks for sharing.10

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Mizzy ........ 06 September 2016

Great lines too numerous to mention......I loved it all Hazel. You painted the ideal, unobtainable muse. Great work 🍻

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Rachel Butler 18 August 2015

The closing line. 'She will remain his forever, elusive, endearing muse' love that line Hazel. Thank you for sharing your work. RAB

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Dave Walker 08 April 2014

A beautiful muse, sometimes freedom can only be but a dream. A fantastic write.

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