"If you live long enough, you'll succumb
to something," the muse said as she brushed
my hair. Sparks splashed from the bristles
dancing and lingering in the soft light.
Then she was gone
leaving me to consider my future —
no, my present, as if consideration
could change things.
A whisp of wind blew through
the open window teasing the starlight
from my hair back into the night sky,
neither warm nor cold, blanketing me
with the smell of lotus and lilac.
Joan Page-Durante has been writing poetry since the age of 16 although the angst of adolescence has been replaced with a kind of seasoned cynical optimism and a whole lot of gratitude.
Thanks to Musepie Press for their commitment to the art of poetry and for finding my work worthy of publication.