I've been thinking about inspiration rather than Muse (for a change) .
Last week, I wrote a haiku that I loved. It is one of the fastest poems ever written. It probably took less than two minutes from reading the #haikuchallenge word to posting it.
Why did the poem leap from brain to Twitter that quickly? I blame the buzz word *before. It cut through the thought processes to the place where inspiration lives and leapt out... Athene-style... fully formed.
LIFE IS NOT A GROUND HOG DAY
Can't we go back to
the before that was our now?
This time get it right?
There was a line in a play - written for TV - I think by John Godber and Jane Thornton.
It is haunting: Can we not have before again?
It's not a long line of dialogue, as these things go, but it is one of the most important to me.
Where do you find inspiration?