It has been FAR too long since I wrote on here, but I’m trying to bring it back. Summer job hunting, essays, on-going exam revision, you know how it gets, but I want to be a writer so I better do some, y’know, writing…
Here’s a poem for you from this morning. My creative brain is a little rusty so might not be one of my best, but it’s here and it’s written so we’re going with it.
I hope you enjoy.
What flights of fancy thus arrest my watchful mind?
I think I see myself, adorned in the grandeur
Of all my waking dreams, atop the very pillar of my success…
Hold up.
Why is it that my mind, my beaten-up brain box,
My old grey cells, this useless lump inside a head
Whacked too many times against the metaphorical wall,
Can drift for days in a dream of success, of publication,
Of writing, and yet…
And yet,
It will.
Not.
Let.
Me.
Write.
A Teacup Full of Stories 