My Muse Is A Skin Changer

I discovered that my muse is a skin changer. It morphs into another creature or item with each genre and subject I write in or about.

When I write about nature, my muse becomes an olive tree. As the wind blows through its leaves my words are transformed into bires nesting in its branches.

When I write poetry, my muse becomes a timber wolf stalking stanza and line through the forest of metaphor and simile.

When I write a personal essay, my muse is transformed into a crown of glory illuminating a snow capped peak . As the crown disappears in morning's light, the rays of the sun melts the snow blocking the paths of my creativity.

Ever day and every hour, my muse changes revealing a different aspect with each story, article, essay, or poem I write. I never know in what guise my muse will appear until it materializes. Knowing this about my muse, has helped me to recognize it when it appears to me.


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