Letter to a Literary Muse
Your time is spent nurturing fans, and I am preoccupied with once and future worlds. I am never in sync, but I see you in each parallel; we touch and go on our way. Constantly inconstant forces in each other’s lives.
But I have never been anytime; born in a thistle maze, kept captive in a briar patch, wandered worlds only in my head, where I dream dreams in Mobius strips: nightmares and fears; misplaced intentions and missed chances; a thousand thousand deaths, countless lost and founds.
This night, I dreamt in Celtic lore, both modern and past, once and future; my mind’s eye’s mirror reflection; dark red hair in cascades, hunter-green Victorian dress, among glass and metal and life-in-a-pod on a strange new world. There is no prickly nest to trap me; to hide me in thorny safety. I am exposed. Alone.
You. You see me. Not a mirror reflection. No haint from a past world. This is the future. Our future. You gently work a twig from my hair, and hold it for an eternity while our worlds dream themselves together.
Oh wow, this is so beautiful!!
Hey, thanks! Hope DarkWinter Lit is going well! (I’ve missed out on so much!)
Yes, very well! Glad to see you back!
Great post!!!!
Thanks!
This is wonderful!!
Thanks for reading! And hello again! *waves*
Waving back 😃👋
Beautiful!
Hey, thanks!
I enjoyed every bit of this gorgeous read!
Thanks, D! 🙂
This letter is beautifully expressed and flows so smoothly:)
Thanks! Glad you stopped by!
My pleasure:)
So beautiful
Thanks! Glad to get back into reading your nice blog!