The Fickle Muse

By Kate Tompkins

Light poetry on nature, gardening, cats and life in general, tempered with a few more serious pieces. Most of the poems are in rhyming verse, but are not formal and don't require an English degree to understand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Matthewsburg Manse
• Release date: Aug 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201644239

Kate Tompkins

Kate Tompkins finds her BA in anthropology comes in useful for story ideas, especially in the science fiction and fantasy genres. Sometimes the cat will let her off lap duties for long enough to actually write them.

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Dedication

To the four furry little muses who have shared my life,

CatCat, Davey, Willie and Pipsqueak.

The Fickle Muse

Ihave a muse who helps me write,

Though she is rather fickle.

It seems that when I need her most,

She leaves me in a pickle.

BUT IF I’M DRIVING in my car,

And both my hands are busy,

Why, then she gushes forth in spates,

And leaves me rather dizzy.

WITH PEN AND PAPER in my grasp,

I can’t seem to recall,

What came to mind so easily,

With none in hand at all.

February Blahs

The snow is falling fast and thick.

I scream up at the sky.

It’s white, just like the trees and ground.

This weather makes me cry.

OH, FEBRUARY, WINTER’S core,

Why must you be so long?

So faint my dreams of balmy days,

My memory of life’s song.

I KNOW SPRING’S ONLY weeks away,

But those weeks seem like