Inspiration

Strolling through hazy woodland,
a poet presses forward
awaiting inspiration
to strike
 
“Will you accompany me tonight?”
 
He inquires of Earth,
walking on crunchy leaves,
twigs
snapping
beneath his boots
 
Such craves trigger rumbling
rising
from the woodland floor
 
“My dear…”
 
Her kiss plants his lips
euphoric
tongue
sucking
on his
 
Vision strikes
swirling
into words arranged
aligning a poet’s mind
 
For a time...
 
He writes
and writes
until she travels on
with vanishing night

refreshed in rich light
 
A new day
 
Another chance
to venture forth again
seeking
his muse’s love
and pure
inspiration
written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and loves nature, travel, art, and photography.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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