Thursday, December 6, 2012

Goddess Muse

Wikipedia (for what its worth) defines muse as the: goddesses of the inspiration of literature, science and the arts.

I like the fact that a muse is a goddess.
I picture her adorned in gauzy cotton.
Maybe leaning her back against a veranda in Paris,
(Greece was far too hostile),
Just after a scented bath.
When she enters the room, the air sweetens.
Her bare feet pad across the wood floor.
She perches at the edge of a nearby chair,
Knees folded to her chin.
She will wait me out,
Fill me up with whispered reassurances,
Bring me steaming cups of coffee and laugh at my jokes.
Oh, no wait.  I fell into that trap,
Described the perfect woman, subservient, silent and without wishes of her own.
I’ve changed my mind.
My goddess muse is a girlfriend.
She only laughs at my jokes when they are truly funny.
And her own wit is so sharp that when she leaves, my cheeks still stretch into the shape of a smile.
The yoga pants she wears are frayed at the hems. 
And there is a smear of booger along the knee where one of her children clung, before being delivered to a screaming class of preschoolers.  
Or maybe a swipe of frosting from a stolen moment with a doughnut.
My muse stops by only briefly, the two hours she carved out of her day precious and rare.
And she makes me pour the coffee.  Because the moments we spend together are blazing by and she doesn’t have time for that shit. 
Yep, that’s my kind of goddess.


  1. Replies
    1. I plan to wear only frayed yoga pants next week. Glad to know that you are down with that.

  2. There really is something to be said about the rejuvenating power of women, especially among women who have known each other a long, long time. Collaborative, not competetive. Open, not closed. Real, not "image." Rooted.

    When I'm weary, when I'm defeated, when I'm insecure, I find it's my dearest female friends (like you, Juliet) who lift me back up. When I'm cocky and judgmental, I'm gently reminded to be real -- and not by any directive, mind you. No, this reminder comes from the closest of friends who tell you when you have food in your teeth.

    1. God, I love you. Since I was sixteen years old, you have been a girlfriend I admire and always love being with. What a joy it is to have old friends like you to cherish and be grateful for.