The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-2                                                       JUNE -2012                                                    Number-1




by Dr. Elizabeth Johnston

This was my brain married to you:

A suitcase that won’t hold any more,

but I keep stuffing it in,

bearing down,

tugging the zipper closed.


And then you go and cancel the whole trip.


Should have heard them buzzing

by Dr. Elizabeth Johnston


Should have heard them buzzing;

But I had to wait to see.

There they were, a swarm around

the corpse of you and me.


The dead they cannot see to see.

But hear belatedly—

Before the windows shut them in

With their uncertainties.


I kept my vows safe, signed away 
this portion of me, I 
resigned myself to wife and then

there interposed a lie


We were decomposing, yet—

I failed to see the flies.

Too near or narrow-sighted I

Mistook them butterflies