Unstrung Strings Poem by Paul Brookes

words sucked into black water,
as tides turned in a mermaids tune,
for she drives a hard bargain, your life for a song.

sun blushes on the hills abashed by her warmth
and the words trial after skipping in tones of black and grey
hastening in the pebbled streams or pursuing butterflies
but they elude capture, constructs so elusive strung with
webs of finest silk like encapsulated tangled jewels
or a bare unrendered tagged jumbled graffiti walls

the Muse she is a silent partner
her lips sealed with a kiss tongue tied she cannot utter
leaving the writer to stumble and fail yet again to write of wonder,
just a string of laughing emojis in place of words.