At the dVerse pub for poets Peter from Australia is pulling pints and calling the shots. This week he offers beginnings for our consideration. I don’t know if my first line grabs anyone or not but it came to me and I grabbed on to it. This is my first d’Verse response in a couple months, so I am not letting go. This is my poem for Meeting the Bar, and with “way” in the title and 44 words exactly I am giving a nod to Lisa’s Quadrille #120 prompt from Monday.
Way of the Muse
This one is carved lean by hunger
bone sharp wary, lurks at shadowed edge
uncertain crouch unfolding to a pounce
for it’d rather hunt than beg
this night it laps at moon-milk
senses hunger-hardened, whet
ink-blood tracks on snow-white page
Emptied, it’s sated, fed.