on his writing

on his writing

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

Like a passion for carnality in old age; driven to write but whispering down a well do I.

Here's what I wrote before:

My muse doesn't say much anymore

fiction

edward w Pritchard

 

Certainly she inspires me to write and write. Silent she is however. Speak to me my Muse. Though my talent is meager you inspire my pen to sing out.

I am very untuned to your secret thoughts my Muse. What are you thinking?

Lead me through hell Beatrice. Inspire me dear Laura. Through sheer repetition eventually I will produce something worthy. Maybe not.

My Muse doesn't say much anymore. Whisper to me my muse, I wish to speak. I yearn to be heard.