Most of my poetry tends to be written in the wee hours of the night. There is one of the more lighthearted of those poems, talking about how inspiration tends to make its appearance.
Why do you choose four in the morning
When everyone’s buried in sleep
To make you visit, to squeeze through the window
Mysterious, arrogant, sleek
I’m honestly, really ever so grateful
I love all you say, how you move
But Muse I must say your time of arrival
Is something you need to improve
Think of my sleep - are you really so certain
That night is when muses all thrive
Why can’t you pop in when people are working
Sometime between 9 and say 5.
Are you making a point or seeking attention
You’re fabulous, flighty and free
Don’t get me wrong,I’m thrilled that you visit
But couldn’t you just come for tea?
I enjoyed this very much
Thank you Gillian, a different take, there is humour to be found everywhere, and inspiration too!
Hugely enjoyable!
I love how grateful you are to this friendly but untimely muse.
I would have real difficulty in writing a humorous poem about being woken every night with a head full of inspiration. I like it and it put a smile on my unexpressive face 😑
I really enjoyed listening to this poem at the Open Mic. now I've had time to read it properly I like it even more. Thank you for posting.