My Flaming Muse

My pretty Muse

It doesn't amuse

Me to see you so angry

Fiery and unhappy

You lost your mind

Completely this season

Where the flowers are very fun

And the smiles must be kind.


My pretty mermaid

You remain the queen

Of my heart despite

Wind, storms and tides

My indelible love

That follows the same rail

Has kept the same profile

In the hustle and bustle of the city.


My fragile Muse

It doesn't amuse

Me that money or material things

Have so much importance to your concern

Oh! Woman, I feel disheartened

You really got the better of me

And patiently, I'm simply waiting for you

In the corner where women are no longer tender.


P.S. Translation Of ‘ Ma Muse Enflammée’ by Hébert Logerie.


Copyright © May 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved

Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.



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