I have a lover
her name is Muse
I spend hours upon hours in the dews
hatching wings, take forever to unfold
ugly nymph in a giant’s gaze.
I stay hatching
days upon days.
Compose her sonnets, reams of words
words that may as well be dust upon the earth
It is a mostly unrequited love.
“What more can we expect from love?”
But I love anyway.
This is a piece about the process of being an artist/writer. I wrote it spur-of-the-moment, within minutes, two days ago, and it went through several quick iterations.
It was inspired by these two posts on Instagram by @infinite_cogitations, whose account I’d seen because he/she’d liked liked my MUDDLE post on Instagram.
And it was also inspired by the time my two youngest kids and I spent watching a dragonfly drying its new wings. Its strange, brown, cricket-like empty nymph husk was lying in the grass, just centimetres away. This was in the month of May.
Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from her current vantage point in the Zone of Emptiness, France. If you wish to contribute and/or show appreciation, please recommend/like and/or comment — or write an email via the contact page. Feedback welcome. Thank you for reading. 🖤
Edit 2018-12-08: another iteration, closer to original.