SCRIBBLE WIZARD

Wake up! Wake up!

The Muse is on my line

and brooks no delays:

the wee hours are its preferred occasion.

Yikes, O my belovely!

I have a body to work from and in

and though you may not,

I need some sleep!

Write!

……..Done.

 G’night! Turning the light off.

Just getting drowsy, 

again the imperative command:

Write!

a better phrase or word pops  through

in time-lapse;

Turn on the light again!

Reach for spectacles and pen.

…….Done!

Light off; hunker down.

And so on -  and off

for half the night, again and again

as words seep through, crystal clear, improving, amending,  editing

 in dribs and drabs, perfecting the deal,

from their shining source 

to little me.

Until, clarity, closure.

The nod of completion

for the final draft.

At last, go to sleep!