Where were you …
when I lit the waxy wick
at 3 am
unrolled the parchment
that resisted and cracked
*
Where were you
when I inked my quill
container upended
and spilled
not so deftly I protected my craft
*
Where were you
when the words ran so fast
then flowed
into the sea with a crash
truly buoyant for a raft
*
where were you
when my head came to rest
fingers not faintly stained
sleepy head messed
asleep before I hit the rack
Where were you
?
No matter the era when you are awakened by an idea, you stumble to your desk, try to find a light, write down the words before you lose them.
It’s almost 9 am and my words are dozing… “YAWN”
What’s your best time for writing????
Photography credit: This photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Neal Fowler http://www.flickr.com/photos/31878512@N06/4598679917/
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 