Tony Jennett - A Muse Whispers

A Muse whispers
and the soul's pricked-up, hand cupped ear
strains hard to catch each syllable
wafting over memory's embers
scourging them to white heat.

The dull words in the crucible
melt, coalesce and run
in a stream of quicksilver moonlight

And Cat's eyes open wide on reflections
Of what amusemeant?

Tony Jennett

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