The Frustrated Writer to His Muse

Come in my head, O flighty muse,
And purge from me the writing blues
And empty-headed writer’s block
That makes my verse as bland as chalk.

I need you to come fill my mind
With poems, stories, any kind
Of line or quote, inspire me, please,
Not having you is like disease.

I’ll take back all those things I said
About you leaving me for dead;
Betrayer shall I call myself,
My flaws displayed upon the shelf.

My fealty shall be solely yours,
No need for further fights and wars
About to whom my heart belongs.
Righted will be all t’was wrong

Oh, I have learned my lesson well,
Your spiteful absence caused me hell.
O muse, forgive this erring churl,
Replacing you with mortal girl.

by Stephen Stack
11th grade, ‘Iolani School