(For Emily, my Muse)
My past,
A history of rejections.
Partial and whole.
My story,
Chapters of sad endings,
Pages with footnotes of dismissal.
But you arrived,
And as I am,
You have embraced me.
No need for re-writes,
No editing,
No hoops to jump through.
That is why,
I say “thank you”.
And I will.
And you will smile,
Roll your beautiful eyes,
Yet accept my thanks.
Then I too will smile,
Knowing you’re sure,
How great is your gift to me.
(31.10.23)
Published by Sam McKeon
Sam McKeon is a recluse, living on the remote rugged west coast of Ireland. Currently, Sam’s poetry tends to focus on his inner universe and the moments he spends with the very few people he is in contact with, especially his muse Emily, who has inspired almost fifty poems, tracing the development of their relationship.
The astonishing drama and beauty of the wild Irish landscape is also absorbed into his writing. This can lead to some weird things, but mostly it leads to deeply passionate works stitched together with tender reflection.
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