The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178

 

Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2

 

Sword

 by Edward Palumbo

 

The fog lifts stubbornly in this part of the land

It is never really gone

The remnants remain in your mind

Who will you be today - or what?

Never mind

Brew the coffee - the dark roast

And move both feet

The fleeting time calls

But hope lies in every button

Merlin will point you to a stone