Naming the Muse

So a couple weeks ago I got it in my head as I was talking about the Muse that the term was too generic.  That as a modern day person with shamanic training I should perhaps develop a more intimate relationship with a specific writing helper.  

Naming the Muse

I whisper ask

Tell my your name

She whisper tells - Sylvia

Oh gawd.

Not HER

Please not her

Why not Kerouac

or Ginsberg

Why not Kooser

or Keats

even the overly loved Mary Oliver

But she stands there before me

staring at her shoes

blonde curtain of hair between us

and I know better than to refuse. 

Sylvia Plath

beloved poet of goth children

and angst ridden teenagers

superhero of the suicidal

I read you and yawned

Now I resist you

How I hope you are but a bad CSLewis joke

or an Amy Tan misfire giving me indigestion

But a gift is a gift

even if you do not understand it

I say

Come Sylvia

Walk with me

And so it begins.