[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Directions from Cherie

Both muse and study and poet of exquisite grace,
Thou tempts the sisters nine with smile and wit
To abandon their mount and seek to hide thy face
Lest thy countenance inspire all that is writ.

Why so silent, Cherie of the muse,
So soon returned from aging Spaniard's quest?
What knowest thou, or wouldst thou me abuse
By holding close thy plans, and forcing me to guess?

How canst thou me deprive of gossip and good tale,
And leave me dumb, as if from Lethe I sip
And had no thoughts from which my speech would well?
Without thy light, no guidance for my trip.

I know not where to find this damnèd Con;
Of thee and Matt, I hope to hear anon.

copyright 17 March 2000
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw;
written for Cherie P., while trying
to find directions to a convention
called 'Fantasm.'

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