Dark Muse
(Inspired by Soul Food Cafe prompt to give thanks to a creative ally)
He fears the blank wall but he must face it. The pen burns his hand but he cannot let go. The words are ghosts that haunt his body and his mind. He does not want to see them, but there they are, a cold presence, that must be released to find peace.
She watches him. She will not let him go. He must face his fate, dree his weird. He has things to say, things he does not know, that he will not know until he says them, until he writes them on the wall of his soul.
He is naked. He can hide from himself no longer. His way is lonely, but he must go on.
He nurses at the dragon’s teat. He sucks the danger, spits the poison, sacrifices himself to save his people.
No one knows of his silent suffering,
but a few others chained to the Muse.
It is the way of the artist,
the salvation of creativity’s soul.
by Kerry Vincent (c) 2008



Indeed. Most of the time the Muse is light and wonderful. Sometimes not so much.
That Muse kicks butt.
Being haunted by the muse can be a right challenge. The muse can be a very dark force.
Ahh-the artist has no control over which Muse chooses him–and must deal with the pain of creation as it comes
I love this piece–provocative
The muse is a controlling creature. Very well done, Kerry.
Vi
once in while it’s maybe a good thing to give into the darkness, after all life is made up of darkness and light