Advert: Small fat bloke seeks muse; apply writing

Where is my Maya Angelou?
Where is my Virginia Wolfe?
Where is the woman
who pines for poetic perfection
and doesn’t think poetry
is written by puffs;

Where is my Carol Ann Duffy?
Where is my Sylvia Plath?;
Where is the woman to share
starless nights wrapped in a book
and not think me as daft?

Where is the is the woman
who swoons at “Bright Star”
by England’s greatest; Keats;
I’ll tell you where she is
my friend;
she is nowhere near me.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

And before you get on your high horses about Virginia Wolfe not being primarily a Poet, I like her work and more importantly he name rhymes with “puff”.

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2 thoughts on “Advert: Small fat bloke seeks muse; apply writing

  1. The heart of a brilliant poetess
    Lies within the body of the exhausted housewife
    The mind of a writer beyond her times
    Is encased in the body of the check out girl
    Awkward and shy
    She is never more than a reach away
    Composing inside
    Keeping her opus hidden from view

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