My Muse is a capricious girl,
Willful, unruly...
She comes when she wants,
She immediately confuses my mind;
She laughs and cries at the wrong time,
She turns everything upside down…
I say, "I want to set other people
on fire with my verb..."
And in response I only get cheerful laughter.
For her, I'm practically a toy,
She keeps sarcastically saying:
"Look at that Pushkin!"
She's got cockroaches in her head
They constantly make physiognomy at me...
I say: "I should write about love..."
And she says: "Intimacy - after the wedding..."
"Am I a mistress? No, Muse!!!
And you're a loser, to boot!"
Now she's fooling around and acting eccentric,
Next she'll cuddle up to my shoulder and cry...
If only she wouldn't drive me crazy...
Just what can you expect from her?...
She is a woman...
March 21, 2026, Poetry Day
Illustration from open sources
My Muse
© Copyright: Сергей Бахин, 2026
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