The Muses

Chattering magpies, water nymphs 

Nothing but unworthy adversaries 

Creating art, inspiring literature 

Dipped in poetic liberty 

Nine of them borne in sacred springs 

Invoked in imagination 

Interacting in reality 

Could you ever judge their worth?

A True Lady If There Ever Was One

Lustrous hair, bountiful nature 

Demure in spirit, generous in action 

Without a stitch of clothing on her 

To elevate the condition of her people 

Braving modesty and convention 

She rode alone through the streets of Coventry 

Foreign sounds of hooves galloping 

And yet not a single glance thrown her way 

Except a "Peeping Tom" who dared to look upon her beauty 

Struck blind for his effrontery 

Ending the ride with thunderous cheers 

And a removal of all the dues from her Lord Husband 

Immortalising passion and sensuality 

Leaving behind an indelible impression 

Such that, centuries begone inspired 

The creation of the food of Gods