Trixie My Whirly Twirly Muse

Trixie is my muse, and she is sassy and opinionated. Her ideas trump mine each time. I am amazed and amused as she takes over each poem. She takes no prisoners, and laughs at my consternation. Assertive? No. Aggressive actually. Determined. In charge. Capable? Certainly. I can hear her giggling when she wakes me Usually around three a.m., the witching hour. She blows a trumpet, clogs, whistles. Whatever she has to do, to get my attention. I start a poem and bam. There is an ending I had never suspected. Not occasionally. Almost every single time. Trixie is my muse. She is a whirly-twirly girl. She lives dazzling and sparkling. She is joyful, and enthusiastic. I am so lucky she is my muse even if she smacks me upside the head sometimes.