My Muse

I'd like to introduce you to my muse. She is wearing a hooded long white cloak, touched with tiny particles of silver, like quivering fish scales. She is quiet, unobtrusive and gentle. It is the swoosh of the cloak around her graceful form and the way those silver threads catch the light that alerts me to her presence. She pushes down the hood on her cloak revealing a deep red satin lining and I get a closer look at her. Her dark hair flecked with grey is swept up softly on her head. Her face is lined. Lines of wisdom and experience. Lines caused in the main by happiness and smiles, yet pain too and knowledge of life. Her eyes sparkle. They sparkle with love, enthusiasm, encouragement and support. This is someone who loves me and wants to see me succeed.Yet she's no push over. She waits patiently, looks me in the eye and says: "ready when you are."