The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2


Interjections from the Universe of Desperate Fragments

 by R. W. Haynes


Heavier than air, our blueprints carry loads

Of presents neatly wrapped and smoothly polished,

And when each of these well-made gifts explodes

Some human structure somewhere is demolished.


I thought you said…


And as my crew of evil dwarves and I

Contrive this vicious spell, to execute

New schemes to keep hell-flames a-roaring high,

Be warned, and hide a dagger in your boot

Against the day the laden runes arrive.

 This would be the last time…

 Faith, hope, love, fortitude,

Prudence, temperance, justice will survive

Any gloomy magic darkly brewed,

Unless again you give way helplessly

Before an untwisting destiny.


There goes the moon! The planets…



 The Homesick Norwegian

by R. W. Haynes


When his Muse alerted him, Ibsen took

Down a poem, the essence of a play,

A melodic phrase that opened the gateway

Till he'd drawn all that power into a book.

He'd treasure these concentrated lines

As a consecrated, empowering spell,

A catalyst for concepts and character as well,

Invigorating the world the playwright defines.

And when the play was written out at last,

Then silently he'd set that spell afire,

And watch it curl, burn, and expire,

Its magic consigned to future and to past,

To the theater where its passions blast

And here we are within the helpless cast.