Who will teach you how to poem,

If you don’t know.

If you don’t know,

No one can teach you,

For only the Muse

Can ring the bell whose sound goes out

And when you hear, you see

The tail of the telling 

As it leaves the scene.

And if you can catch the hem of its shirt

And slow it down,

It may turn to look at you

And curse and writhe

And try to get away,

And eventually it will.

But you will have seen the poem’s face

And serve as scribe,

And write it down upon the page

So others may know,

A true poem when they see one.

-jenn