Gull me.
muse me darling,
just feign for me
a little while
keep on telling
rosebud tales,
fill my veins
with candy lies.
paint me pink,
and you may slander
talk behind my back,
call me cuckold,
but let me live like this
pretending.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse and the word is Muse. Come, amuse us when the bar opens at 9 PM CET.
January 10, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh those rosebud tales! This is gorgeously rendered, Bjorn. 💝
This is sad. The land of make believe. Gull is such a good verb!
Oh, the old old story – you tell it well. I like your pink (innocent?) colour palette.
Oooh there was so much teasing there…wonderful…and the line about vein and candy…..one feels the desperation…..wonderful, and only 44 words…
I love the imagery of rosebud tales. I always enjoy your poems Bjorn, you have a wonderful way with words.
“… fill my veins
with candy …”
I love this.
Lie to me…I promise, I’ll believe.
YES. Love “muse” as verb, and those candied veins. Wow.
Rosebud tales i dare say will have it potion of rosebud thorns. Don’t you think?
Happy New Year
much love…
Oh so potent. Those fantasy worlds can be the most affecting. One can definitely get lost, willingly, in them. Great song choice also!
Rosebud tales and candy lies…what’s a Muse for anyway. right?
Fine write, Bjorn. Thanks
Definitely feel the mixed emotions with your Muse. May they always let you present.
Beautiful in its desperateness. Pretending is what all of us do sometimes. ❤
So well captured. Your language sure struck a cord for me. Have a good day.
Oh what we do to maintain our illusions, wanting so badly that fairy tale to be true…
That confidence and feeling of dominance is well placed here for a guy of the world. Love this men-folk superiority kind of talk Bjorn!
Hank
rosebud tales and candy lies. Oh my. Nicely done.
Sometimes, the illusion keeps one going as the truth is too much to bare. sigh..
“keep on telling
rosebud tales,
fill my veins
with candy lies.”
Such wonderful words speaking such ugly truths. You do have a way with them Björn.
This is delicious,Björn. I feel like you’ve let us in on a dirty little secret (and I love it) that we’re all willing to go beyond boundaries to appease our muses. Cheers
Swallowing the stories of pity and living a pretending life is like drowning sorrows in wine… superb poem!
“keep on telling
rosebud tales,
fill my veins
with candy lies.”
Lovely Bjorn. 🙂
Pretending continues from your last poem. The present realities are certainly not inspiring.
Amazing write.
Beautiful ✨
I would pretend too, for sure, if that were my muse! 😀
❤
David
Hey there Bjorn, missed you at OLN at the beginning of the year and something of a departure for you this one methinks… I admire its brevity and sharpness, the message clearly defined with poetic precision. The whole notion of a Muse has always been a powerful and entrancing one for me, throughout my sometime over-eager development as a writer and am fortunate enough that several have come my way at pivotal moments over the many years I’ve been chipping away…
Let me live like this pretending, touches my soul.
Reading this back to back with Sanaa’s was like seeing the flip side of the same poem. Everyone deluding themselves, but who is more aware?
It’s all about the pretending. Love that opening, Gull me.
No matter how cynical we may be when we try to see ourselves truly, we go for the candy in the veins every time. This is full of sharp lines, and even fuller of insight. Loved it.
Gosh, I love your poems, Bjorn. You’re a well of inspiration. This one was kinda sad, but the imagery the words showed me are stellar. Thanks. xoxo
“keep on telling
rosebud tales,”
These lines tell it all…..and the person wants to keep pretending, so hungry to keep this relationship. Lack of self-confidence….sad.
Phworrrrragh! What’s a Muse for but to indulge?