Dear St. Cecilia,
I could really use some help here.
My muse took off
with a two-bit musician and a bottle of hooch,
and here I am just a week and a day
into Poem-a-Day month.
Could you sprinkle a little
magic dust from an old thesaurus,
whisper sweet nothings
(or bitter, sarcastic anythings)
in my ear?
Please, do something!
Desperately and Uninspiredly Yours,
Abhra over at dVerse Poets Pub has asked us to write a letter. Oh, and in case you're wondering, St. Cecilia is the patron saint of poets, writers, muscians and artists in general. And I'll bet you know Bacchus is the Roman god of wine.