
This burning need has got me caught,
I’m tetheredShe’s collared me with sweet release and
supple leatherKeeping me on leash by burning passion and
dream-wing feathersDemanding I write regardless of the world,
or weatherI’ve come to recognize her as my fantasies and
mind’s bellwetherI must do her bidding or she’ll go, abandoning me
altogetherI thought she was forever lost, so I’ll happily walk in
my muse’s tetherAfter all, she’s my soul’s first lover
©RedCat

Written for this weekend’s prompt by Sammi Cox. The prompt word is tether and the word count is 80 words.

Life without a muse is unthinkable. Lovely words accompanied by some very fitting pictures.
Love it.