Got a postcard from my Muse –
said she needed space;
said I was exploiting her;
said she needed time alone.
Got a text from my Mojo –
quite eloquent for him:
said ill b bak l8r.
But he didn’t tell me when.
For days I felt quite listless,
unmotivated, tired.
I couldn’t think of what to write –
I was trite and uninspired.
Then I got a tip-off
and I tracked the bastards down
to a run-down B&B
in the seedy part of town.
In a room that smelt of day-old sex
I found the guilty pair.
My Mojo sat in his boxers
on the end of the musty bed,
clipping toenails in time to a video
on the tiny TV set.
My Muse, ethereal, translucent,
stared out of the window
and refused to catch my eye.
Look out there, she said,
and tell me what you see.
I … I … I only see old houses,
was all that I could say.
My Muse smiled a secret smile
and gave me her reply.
I see glorious lives and tragic deaths,
I see illicit love and murder,
I see jealousy and hatred,
I see tenderness and violence,
and I can see the future
amidst the ruins of the past.
In the silence that followed,
my Mojo farted loudly.
It was good to have them back.
For the time being, Jonathan Pinnock wishes mainly to be known as the author of the increasingly strange novel “Mrs Darcy vs The Aliens”, which is being serialised at http://www.mrsdarcyvsthealiens.com. His main website is at http://www.jonathanpinnock.com, and you can follow him on Twitter as @jonpinnock. You can follow Mrs Darcy too, as @RealMrsDarcy.
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15 Responses to “THE MUSE AND THE MOJO • by Jonathan Pinnock”
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June 11th, 2010 at 12:27 am
Here’s a high five to your muse and mojo!
June 11th, 2010 at 2:36 am
Hurrah! Err, yeah. What Paul said.
June 11th, 2010 at 3:23 am
[...] poem “The Muse and the Mojo” is up at Every Day Poets today. I wrote this in a slightly desperate frame of mind having run out of inspiration for Round 7 [...]
June 11th, 2010 at 5:55 am
Well, that worked out all right. Now, about rhythm –
June 11th, 2010 at 7:39 am
This makes me smile every time I read it.
June 11th, 2010 at 1:03 pm
Brilliant, Jonathan.
June 11th, 2010 at 1:23 pm
Fun.
June 11th, 2010 at 1:51 pm
ok what can I do to get the vision of Mr Mojo clipping his toenails out of my head?
June 11th, 2010 at 5:43 pm
This is good, fun, and entertaining. Really a nice one.
June 11th, 2010 at 11:53 pm
The rhyme in the third and fourth stanzas throws me off a little since the rest seems to be free verse, but the content is so good, I couldn’t help but reread it several times and give it 5 stars. Too funny! (Once you tell Noreen how to get the image of Mr. Mojo’s toenails out of her head, help me get rid of the vague smell of fart in the room…)
June 12th, 2010 at 12:56 am
Thanks, everyone! Apologies for planting that image, though
June 13th, 2010 at 9:02 am
Wisconsin Writer – Ref. Stanzas 3 & 4: It seems to me that the poet, missing his Muse and Mojo and worried but nevertheless not wishing to waste time, started to see what he could do with a western style ballad — just to keep in shape. But with them tracked down, he was so relieved he threw the cloak of a story around the incident and rushed to the teletype to tell us everything was O.K.
June 14th, 2010 at 7:54 pm
novel take … and a pungent finish.
Great stuff!
June 15th, 2010 at 9:08 am
Wisconsin Reader and Doug – For goodness sake! The window is right there in front of you. Let some fresh air in!
June 19th, 2010 at 2:12 pm
Enjoyed this! Good tale of lost & found inspiration.