Last night I finished the first draft of my novel, and while I’m ecstatic beyond all measure I still have a lot of work ahead. This little bit of poetry came to me the other day and I thought…”Yea, i guess I do owe the Muse a little something”, So here it is. I hope you enjoy.

Ode to the Muse

By Jason Warden


Freed slave, servant, master.

You give me heaven, hell, glory. Bastard!

I accept your offerings, your sly deceptions.

With them, I create and alter perceptions.

You are my tool, and thus I am yours.

I cry and you laugh as my tethers come unmoored.

I drift, I flail, I curse your ambivalence,

and still, you come, breathing life into the message.

I dread your next visit, for changes will come,

But without you, I know the work will never be done.