The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2



A Mole Waiting
by Mark Nenadov

Snow seized by the sun
shimmers as it drops down
crafting a tent for a mole
in mounds of tunnels underground
for shelter from the onslaught
of stormy snow. Waiting for spring.



Our Man
by Mark Nenadov

Out of its bath, Blake's tiger emerged
only watched by a lonely crow
and foaming with uncontrollable wrath
but our man slayed him with an axe.

The forests of the night shook
at the scene of the tiger's demise
then our man pierced Leviathan with a hook
and a wise sage looked on in awe