Monday’s Muse: A Poem About Hemingway

Monday’s Muse: A Poem About Hemingway

Things are rather busy here today so I’m just going to drop this here and run. Today’s poem took shape because I had just glanced over at a book on my shelf and wondered who the author’s muse could have been. Voilá! A poem was born.

Happy Monday everyone.

xo Jesi

 

Hemingway’s Muse

By Jessica Scott

 

 

I wonder if Hemingway knew his Muse.

Did he really know how he came to be inspired to write at all?

Was it an embrace,

A tap on the shoulder,

A soft caress?

He was born with the glorious, burdensome gift of talent-

But Prometheus gave him the fire.

7 Replies to “Monday’s Muse: A Poem About Hemingway”

  1. Prometheus was bar in Cuba, where Hemmingway met a young prostitute by the name of Esperanza, who did indeed give him Hope and put the fire back in his belly. Wasted on island rum and smelling of sex and tobacco, he lay on the beach and tried to describe the sunset in monosyllabic words, and fell asleep and dreamed of mermaids.

    1. Wow! I am actually a little stunned because I did not know that at all. Huh.
      Thank you, Ms. Hann-BAsquiat. You are a treasure trove of interesting information. 🙂

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