Refuge

Refuge

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
"

Your heart, a place of safety.

"

Refuge

The razor whip

of your tongue

has a bitter sharpness.

A thrusting,

stabbing

angry voice.

The acute pain,

like angina,

perforates my heart.

Leaves it ragged

and lifeless

like so many spent

bank statements,

shredded

and recycled.

A frosted wind

blows through me

as I try to

comprehend

such unforgiving

aggression.

I withdraw

and think of my muse,

She who has spawned

so much creation

in me.

 

01/12/17

© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen


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spawning creation...the gentle muse, the angry muse, the understanding muse...

and yet the heartless muse can also cause creation in us...and probably our best.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

6 Years Ago

Indeed so Jacob. Where would we be without our muse? Many thanks.

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..

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