Filigree, my Muse, warms my heart,
transports me to unseen worlds in
moments of poetic bliss.
Yet word bliss is short-lived as Filigree
is fickle, leaving me bereft in a
colorless world.
Chided by a blank screen,
I reach for my ancient quill and inkpot.
To no avail, Filigree is a Spirit of the
commuter screen or tablet.
A robotic Filigree scares my soul.
So attend, I must, upon her caprices