inspiritation

inspiration
 
 
into the winding halls of memory
the catacombs and vaults
of the long ago departed
and the nearer levels of the newly entombed
 
the Muse comes stalking
on wingéd feet
arrayed in gossamer ribbons
her auburn tresses lifting on breath of hope
 
finding a minute crack in the stonework
Muse flings wide the protruberant wall of granite
clean air rushes in to complete the work
of impermanence
 
in the emptiness
Muse extends her arms
and therein reveals
a single golden tablet
aglow with readiness
 
speaking just one
holy word
“Begin”
she dissolves
into the silence
from whence
she came
 
©2january2016