“What will you conceive in me?”— I asked her. But she only smiled.
“Naked, I bore your child when the wolf wind howled, when the cold moon scowled . . . naked, and gladly.”
“What will become of me?”— I asked her, as she absently stroked my hand.
Centuries later, I understand: she whispered—“I Am.”
Published by Romantics Quarterly (the first poem in the first issue), Penny Dreadful, Unlikely Stories, Underground Poets, Poetically Speaking, Poetry Life & Times, Little Brown Poetry. Keywords/Tags: Muse, Goddess, Erato, Beloved, poetic, inspiration, lyric, poetry, divinity, Orpheus, Sappho