Mutual Muse

A poem a day is never my way, sometimes I’ll write nine in a week. But I feel it’s absurd there is never a word when my muse has decided to sleep! She can sleep like a bear and she doesn’t care if all winter she leaves me alone. But when she comes back from having her nap it’s clear that her fantasies roam! Then most every day she must have her say and keeps nagging at me all the time. She won’t go away until I will play and put all her words into rhyme! You see it’s my muse who the subject does choose but in thinking in rhyme she is crap. We make a good team or so it would seem, but she never lets me take a nap! But when all’s said and done it’s really quite fun and usually worth all the pain. Though deprived of my sleep I really would weep if I never could find her again! When reading my verse remember my curse though I sign all the work in my name. It’s the way of the world whatever’s unfurled that my muse is in charge of the game! Ivor G Davies