What hasn’t yet been written about my muses’ eyes?

Today, let’s write a poem with the theme of “eye”.

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What hasn’t yet been written about my muses’ eyes?

They are blue as the morning sky
or dark as the deepest night.
Poetasters, choose one
if her hair be flaxen or raven.

My muse is more complicated—
her eyes black as an obsidian dagger
or azure as the churn of a pool
being fed by a winter waterfall.

They make lions howl to the moon
and incite lambs to riot in the streets.
Her eyes stole Shakespeare’s tongue
so there is nothing more to describe

but if just one of these strange similes survive,
my promise kept, she’ll have been immortalized.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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12 Responses to What hasn’t yet been written about my muses’ eyes?

  1. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    Learned a new word tonight! Poetaster … you weren’t talking about me were you? :)

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  2. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    “Her eyes stole Shakespeare’s tongue
    so there is nothing more to describe” 💚

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  3. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar Lisa Tomey says:

    Such a wonderful portrayal of the muse. Poetaster is possibly going to mull around in my brain. Love it!

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