a poem by Lauren Kindle
The Painter and the Muse
I paint for no mortal man,
Not for you, sir, or anyone.
I paint only for myself.
I paint what I want.
I paint what I—
And then the Muse speaks
(her hand gently resting on my breast)
“Oh dear heart,
Did you really believe all that?”
(and my knees give way)
—poem by Lauren Kindle