I’d rather it were a muse dangling above my head in her purple cloud dress
than a crystal chandelier of gaudy pattern floating in the many-coloured sky
floating in the many-coloured sky
a painted backdrop is between the vanished bookcase and wall
each breeze brings the noise of tea-cup-clatter a loud tea room
separator of light
I am scraping my bare foot on a bright tiger claw
and I am agitated down to my bruised flesh
give me the muse
the reed song
song of the bones
a hollow bone a
twin reeds’ tune
anything but this noise
by C. Murray
- The Purple Dress , by William Glackens
Chris Murray 