Motivation

MOTIVATION He smacked the desk in despair Writer’s block a permanent feature in his limited world Just the first sentence, not even a title yet Words elusive, as if scared to appear on the page And his own brain befuddled since his agent’s letter That cancelled his contract for no apparent reason Nor showing any sympathy or understanding Of his plight, admitted and unchanged for months But now, anger begins to bubble up like magma Just the sort of trigger to resume this novel Albeit the focus now has changed to be darker A cold breath blows across his cowering senses Waking them at last into stirring action The words flow, not a trickle but fiercely gushing Keys clattering, fingers now almost a blur This new plot immodestly assumes a life of its own Reaching down deep like solder in a metal’s crack To begin a new scenario and even a new character Emerging shirtless into the Queen’s bedroom Desire clearly in evidence, first him then her The script writes itself, as if in hot lead type Setting new boundaries that are then broken Until the King bursts in to see and sense that passion That he so unable to command, initiate or to respond Lends a ferocity to his reaction, drawing his dagger That poses in lieu of any biology, however weak Sheets are blood soaked, the realm in disarray The King ushered away by concerned counsellors Their advice for discretion of limited sustenance The court hears rumours, quickly amplified Mutterings and plots too easily overheard Now the King is not present to greet visitors Royalty from another land and a warring history At this point, the writer takes a breath Now sure of this novel’s working title Scribbling it in old fashioned pen across the front page Confident that this will change his fortunes His agent may soon reverse his view and be convinced But there is so much more now to be typed What was a tall dam now may even break Releasing ten thousand words and a haunting story