In Writing

As a writer one tends to read a lot (or so one would like to believe). And while we read we are inspired...this inspiration makes it to my work and sometimes more furiously than I would like. Inspiration is unavoidable. Here is a chuckling ode to being inspired by the greats...

I've been inspired by the deeds of Faust

I've built kingdoms in circles of Hell

I assembled an army made entirely of playing cards

Made magnamenous towers of sand

In ink I have settled wars

Raised and army and watched it fall

I’ve created meadows of roses

And fields of dandelions

I created a wildflower of my own

It's rather grumpy, talks sometimes,

Sometimes groans

I made a farm which irrigates dreams

I turned stone to gold, and fire to anger

And to new beginnings simple play things

I played cupid, made people fall in love

Found humour in a forlorn crush

I made sober people who dance around tables

Created funny writers who enjoyed sea fables

I made fates, dreams and promises to keep

And manifested wishes with a price too steep.

I have written of betrayal and power

Characters of mysterious origin

I wrote of strength and its discovery

Made will a lion’s prophecy.

I’ve put pen to paper, paper to pen

Scratched through words and letters

I’ve created fantasies in glass jars

Made graves for broken hearts

So you who question the lives I live

Dearest intrigued know this

There is no valour in your fidgeting and fighting

Hand me a pen

I’ll give it you in writing.