Did I ask them to come here unheeded?
When they knocked on my temples I ignored them.
But as water seeks its level their grandeur
Would not disappear with their afterwards
"Don't bother me now. I'm preoccupied."
Doubly their insistence would continue.
"We are not done with you yet said the Muses,"
One seemed a bit shier than the others
who though they were kind were also abstruse
while she merely handed me a wheel.
It spun from my hand a flower in bloom
Silken and green as it grew changed its hue
and in the palm of my hand it was woven
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.