Poverty and Poetry

Calliope: Muse of Poetry

A visitant, a nymph,
A sprite,
A genius of the place;

She’s in the background
Waiting to respond
To certain events

Such as my writing
Late at night
Labouring over a poem
With no one home.

She inspires me

With her longing
For a body,
A shelter, a house

But all I have to offer
Is myself
In these words…

And thankfully,
she’s content
With nothing else.