Because I am an overachiever, I decided to extend my Ekphrastic poems into the month of May. I have never attempted to translate the emotion from paintings, drawings, sculptures, or other visual works of art into words. The challenge will require me to dig deep to tap into the passions such works of art create inside a person. Most of what I write will be speculative. There will be times when I will place myself into the mind of the artist. Still other times, I will express the emotions I experience gazing at the work of art. If I get creative, I might even tell the story from an element within the artwork. This Ekphrastic poem is based on a painting by Paul Cezanne entitled The Kiss of the Muse.
The Kiss of the Muse
I wish my muse was the kind,
To kiss my work weary brow,
And ease my troubled mind,
And make all my self-doubt,
One who doesn’t act like a lout.
The problem with Word Daddy
Is he wouldn’t know how,
To give comfort or lend support.
He’s my last resort.
He shows up smelling of booze,
If he shows up at all.
He has a wicked short fuse,
When this writer has to call.
He’s quick to tell me
I only have myself to blame
For giving my characters so much liberty.
I really shouldn’t gripe and complain,
About my degenerate muse
With the street-smart brain.
Every writer has to pay their dues.
At least he’s dependable but it’s not the same,
As having a sweet kiss on the forehead
in the middle of the night,
And awake to jump out of bed
And morning pages become my delight.
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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