Muses

I duly park and pay entry fees,
Two gorgeous houses I need to see,
Where Rudyard wrote while his children played,
And Doyle dallied in spooky games;
Men of the pen who no longer need,
Their redundant muses I come to seek,
I search the carpets and grass they trod,
From gnarly trees to stair-carpet rods,
and inhale deeply, imagined snuff of,
Motes of their talent in lint and dust.

Copyright Diny FvK


I love the technical aspect of writing to form, so, here’s the info for this one:

Form: 9 syllables per line.
Theme: Inspired by visits to Batemans, where Rudyard Kipling lived and Groombridge, where Conan Doyle spent a lot of time writing.

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