(Just when i started thinking my Muse has abandoned me and was about to delete my blog, I realized, I'm my own Muse,my own inspiration my own reader, my own critic... this one is for the Muse(Aurora), the other side of Illyriana.
She writes a haiku in place of a sonnet
Muslin scarf substitutes for her linen bonnet
Streaks of chestnut, hazel and gold
Adorn her curls in every fold
In meetings or kitchen she plays the boss
Those men, without her, are certainly at loss
Prufrock, Potter and some chosen few
Awaits her blogs in a crowded queue
They worship her as she holds their gaze
Her God-like face put them in daze
Cleopatra, Winslet and many like them
Seeks her style on how to dress
In wicked catfights or crazy rat race
She plays her strokes with urban grace
To all copycats, she knows how to sue
So read her poems but create something new
