Oscar Wilde, where do you get your inspiration?
Tell me, do your muses dance on the stars,
can they be heard by the sea?
Poetic and tragically romantic,
words strung together on the dewey webs of little black widows,
poisoning me with a cracked rosy vision .
What visions dance to create such imagery?
What do you see, in your time, to create vivid color?
O, Oscar Wilde,
the question haunts me.
Where do you get your inspiration?