Three Muses. Three Seeds

Utë the black woman
With deeply graven features
wore a chin length bob
Another lighter skinned
woman with no name
sliced by low key light
stood next to a third form
immured in the shadows.

They gathered over a shiny bowl
shaped like a funnel
with a shallow reservoir
containing three seeds.

One instantly blossomed
into a thin me wearing
a Fu Manchu mustache.
the other two were
promises for the future.

Lurking nearby
a hideous face regarded
me with a malignant eye
excluded but not banished
his lips swelled with a word
I told him, Je n’écoute pas.

He grinned with patience.