The Angel Muse

By Philip Charles Williams

Cheek to cheek in loving clique,

Warm blanket of security,

The perfect sleep with dreams down deep

And fears faded into obscurity.


Loving girl, skin of pearl

Whose beauty and kindness are one,

The hair in curls, the skirt that twirls

And a mind shining like the sun.


Hair in the wind, legs that are thin

Like sticks pushing pedals on a bike,

Nine-year-old grin, in a world without sin,

On a summer’s day hike.


A book read in the nook of her bed,

Faster than lightning flashes,

Stories in the head become narration that is said

From beautifully mascaraed eyelashes.


Oh, the wit and the mouth that comes from it,

More dangerous than a dagger to the heart,

The biting bit and the words that hit

Turning a simple response into art.


Beauty masks a mind more ferocious than kind,

At least in the tempest of a teenager,

We love them blind in the weekday grind

Knowing a bet on love is always a smart wager.


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Philip Charles Williams

Philip Charles Williams

Writer, Painter, Maker.