Half Drunk Muse Poetry

From the Archives...


No night mud on my feet.
I’m no longer greedy for my
fair share of summer, autumn,
any arrangement of rain. I’m cold
all the time.

Names fall away as expected,
but sometimes even the faces go.
I watch films in the evening,
never looking out of the window.

Now, I petition uncomplicated gods,
haltingly. Turning off the record player,
still afraid of the dark. Someone’s head
is always about to be found.

Submitted by Julie Platt Published in Spring 2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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