a poem on inspiration

[terri_testing]

I have been revisiting my much-earlier writing days, and reverting to poetry.  Here's the first poem I have written in nearly 30 years:



the gods do not speak

to those who do not listen

least of all the lesser gods,

fugitive and shy,

accustomed to disregard

Erato, once slighted,

must be courted with fair promises

which yet she won’t believe