Sookie's Ghazal

Dead women come to accept the role of muse.
Brides may flee the altar on a cue from the muse.

Jolted from feckless sleep to a shaky tango,
Some men first call upon a truant muse.

I saw you cutting brightly colored pictures —
Made me think you might be married to a muse.

Freud called for honey, yeast and sour paste,
Not the first to think he could cure a sick muse.

Two weeks incognito in a harem
Can reinvigorate a tongue-tied muse.

Stirred by a painted beauty, a man may
Close the door, and forget he has a muse.

Aroused by a invocation to a muse of fire
Sookie stirs, stretches, says she is not that muse.


Tad Richards is a graduate of the Iowa Writers Workshop. He is the president and Artistic Director of Opus 40 in Saugerties, NY. He remains in hopeless pursuit of his muse, Sookie.

Tad Richards's website

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on February 27, 2009

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