For those who wander…..

The Forgotten Muse, they call me.
When all my sisters scamper away to greener
realms and abandon you in a barren place,
when an accusing sun bears down
upon you in relentless unforgiveness,
I am there.
I wait in the dark and stony
ravines of your soul,
and listen for you
to call on me.
In the desert night,
under a new moon
when not one ray of silver light
shines to show your way,
I circle the perimeter of your camp,
like Coyote, waiting for you to look to me.
And when you do,
you know you are no longer alone.
I cannot lead you out of
the desert, but I will sit with you
until my sisters’ return,
until you rise once more and wander again.
Then you will forget me.
Until the next time.
Image and text: L. Gloyd (c) 2008



Lori, your words are as wonderful as your picture. They paint an image all by themselves. I’ve met her. I’m sure we all have. Wow.
oh wow - I will have to read that over a few times- very powerful!
I find this very comforting to know that a muse sits within the inner realms ready to support me. Having felt abandoned by so many this is reassuring.This is a lovely piece Lori and sits perfectly with your exquisite image of the desert muse.
Perfect: perfect unity of word and picture. Fran
This one’s outstanding, Lori.
Magnificent, Lori! Great image and words. Very powerful.
Lori, this is the perfect poem that strongly complements the image. Brilliant on both accounts — image and words. Genece
Wow! This is something, Lori. Such powerful words and so well expressed. You have outdone yourself. Wow!
Vi
Such wondrous expression - the emotion touched me. Lovely.
I found this both powerful and comforting, the image and the words, each enhances the other.