Amusing To Have a Muse

Sixty-three adjectives insist upon having their way with me Trixie laughs, as she was the one who dumped them into the air Amusing to have an amused muse? You tell me. I try to throw some meat and potatoes down but there is too much dancing. The ideas swirl off the page like a tiny tornado Hitting me in the chin, nearly knocking me off my chair. I get the message. Begin again. This time throwing down adjective after adjective. Waiting for a noun; there is none forthcoming. Trixie is stubbornly keeping the faeries and unicorns to herself today. Come on! I shriek, throwing my sixth page of adjectives onto the floor. I hear giggling. She knows I am malleable, and is taking advantage. I admire her power.