Shelving

Life's for living

I sit in quiet contemplation, waiting for the muse to rise.

Ears twitch in concentration. Will it be complete surprise?

Or will that devilish elf of impish fame, quietly fold his pointed ears

and bring to life my doubts and fears.

The door shakes in reverberation, sounds of powerful movements rumble.

Falling waters tinkle tinkle, as my brow begins to wrinkle.

Soon my sweet beloved's self will appear all dressed and ready,

We shall spend a night together, and disregard that bloody elf.

We'll wine and dine and laugh and play, and wander home in disarray.

To face the elf another day. Tonight we're fey.

Reviews

[Phibby Venable]

this is great donald - we all wait but most not as happily as the
person in the poem. the muse always finds you! love this poem
and admire the ending, yes, fey!

[emmajoy]

Smiled at the end, not expecting 'Tonight we're fey'! There's a bouncing wind of fairy tale in this, a mix of meaning and creatures and experience all put together in your own special way: 'wander home in disarray' - great rhyme with 'fey', by the way! A bountiful literary twist on writer's block but who cares, under the circumstances!

[Sel Whiteley]

I love the mythological images within this, I read this as your likening the muse to simultaneously an elf (representing all malevolent, miscreant "doubts and fears" and a romantic lover, with all the associated evocative benevolent and beautiful images. As in your poems, you have a masterful use of sound including a brilliant end rhyme and copious internal rhyme, including mid-sentence as in

I sit in quiet contemplation, waiting for the muse to rise.
Ears twitch in concentration. Will it be complete surprise?

and

We'll wine and dine and laugh and play, and wander home in disarray.
To face the elf another day. Tonight we're fey.

This matches the old-world feel of your theme with the classic imagery. A wonderful poem.