1/3 - Muse

Scripts for three monologues in poetry from the point of view of a muse, plus other poems.
Maggie with electric copper mane

Maggie with electric copper mane

brighter than fire, clad in black leather

animal skin stretched over animal

sat astride an old Vincent five hundred

its single piston thumping hard



holding the bull by the horns
a twist of the wrist, urged more power

her straightened back, took the shock

the machine belched blue and growled

spat grit then thundered up road


this could be fiction but the memory is fact


riding pillion along the Rivelin Valley

the inflated sun more orange than a Jaffa

female anatomy pushed hard into my groin

not that I was in control, I was hanging on


she handled lovers like she handled a bike


easing them into the bend, lower, lower

accelerating out, then a wheely along the straight

in awe, you surrender to your fate, knowing

if the road doesn't get you, her s ex will


the addiction of life at speed, the intake of breath

overtaking and weaving through the flow of traffic
my life depending upon Amazon skills
I see her, stretched naked before me, a road
into some new adventure, just one more time


the summer, Silver Machine played on every juke box
in cafes and pubs, at all night parties

we shared coffee, beer and body fluids, her leathers

unzipped to her navel, the globes of her breasts

always threatened to push free



the sodium street lights bent like sunflower heads

pollinating the dark suburban streets we cruised

my arms belted around her waist, my hands gloved

in her leathers, jealously guarding her s ex

inhaling the oily sweat of my Amazonian queen