Mirror, Mirror: Dechnad-1

When you sit down to write, and it seems a bit forced When the rhyme pairs are matching, but somewhat divorced When the wellspring has dried up right there at the source Just relax - she’ll return to you all in due course When that stanza’s like swallowing a bitter pill When you’re thinking in verbs and nouns, put down that quill Stop playing such a selfish war inside your head And consider that she’s needing feeding instead Just remember, she’s here to bring joy, not confuse And recall what you did before sing to your muse So go dance with your daughter or run with your son Your spirits start soaring, and she then joins the fun And since these things just never do happen to you Writing witty little poems shows ‘em that, too! ---------- a Dechnad Cummaisc, Irish quatrains (8/4a/8b/4ba) (lines 2 and 4 end rhymes, 3's end rhymes with syllable 2 or 3 of line 4). Much less restrictive than its big sister, the Dechnad Mor https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dechnad-cummaisc-poetic-forms