The Muse

There he sat with a glass of poison in hand,
an acetic smile on his handsome face
promised nothing but a life of disgrace.
Swirling the red liquor, he appeared so grand.
He was the color, the taste, in a life bland.
Raised eyebrow; seductive look in place,
he was ready to inspire and lace,
with art and literature, all of land.
He opened his mouth and Music sprung out,
he breathed and colors bled,
burning the Canvas, igniting the Pen!
But when questioned, he birthed Doubt,
and when challenged he said,
‘Leave the politics to mad men.’

A/n: The last line is from ‘Buddha for Mary’ by 30 Seconds from Mars, a song that inspired me with every single verse. On the other hand, the image was retrieved from


  1. Dayle · November 28, 2013

    I love this view of a muse and the intensity of that creative fire. Well done!

    • anumshafique · November 28, 2013

      Thank you soo much! πŸ™‚

      • Dayle · November 28, 2013

        You are welcome πŸ™‚

  2. tolive4u · November 29, 2013

    This sounds like my muse or some version of him. Great writing!

  3. theworldoutsidethewindow · November 29, 2013

    Loved it, I really enjoy the way you create images and your offbeat imagination.. It is very cool.

    • anumshafique · November 30, 2013

      Thank you so much! I am flattered! πŸ™‚

  4. alainafae · November 30, 2013

    The rhyming is subtle and appropriate, the line length is manageable, and the imagery is colorful. I thought this was excellent, so thank you for posting πŸ™‚ The character sounds like a Celtic Bard artfully drawing on Imbas.

    • anumshafique · November 30, 2013

      Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. And your interpretation of my character is perhaps even more interesting than the original character himself. πŸ˜€

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