The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2



by: Vanessa Raney


She had it wrong this

woman with her garden,

convinced it was a butterfly

instead of what it was

though it brought back

memories of the

hummingbird that

spun the other way

while I, having said out

loud the words He knew,

sat giggling in the brightness

of my love

this moth they call it,

Hummingbird Hawk-Moth,

so fast and fat you'll spin

along with it, sucking on

hydrangea and hearing

the drone it gives (though

only sometimes when it flies).