my muse

by Jeanette LeBlanc | | Poetry + Verse, writing + creativity

{my muse} my muse she is awake and she is calling me coaxing tempting in a seductress voice dripping sweet with honey and sharp with desire there is a tug and my words they have been gathering in the dusky light and they have been swirling liquid whirlpools forming...

you can’t take your eyes off of me

by Jeanette LeBlanc | | Poetry + Verse, Sex + Desire, Sovereignty + Freedom

  you can’t take your eyes off of me. can you? not now not here yes there have been plenty of days {there will always be plenty of days} where I am the forgettable wallflower turning myself almost inside out to keep you from seeing please don’t look but when I...

bow down, and worship

by Jeanette LeBlanc | | Poetry + Verse, Sovereignty + Freedom

{this one is for my witches.  women of fire and ice.  of spells and incantations.  of fragile baddassery.  of power and beauty.  you know who you are.   this one is for all of you.  for at one point or another, I think you all will be the grace that saves me} bow down...

forever {or something like it}

by Jeanette LeBlanc | | Love Letters + Permission, Poetry + Verse

I don’t believe in -forever- not the version I was sold perfect and pretty and tied with a bow placed (by request) on a pedestal to keep itself safe My forever is fleeting and flawed and humble in its inherent lack of promise it’s not easily subdued nor naive enough...

i will own it {revisited}

by Jeanette LeBlanc | | Poetry + Verse, Sovereignty + Freedom

The creative drive.  ‘Tis life force and relentless demon in equal measure.    We artistic misfits cram ourselves into a culture is usually centered on new, better, different.  What to create that has not yet created?  What to do that is better than what has already...