Writing sometimes requires us to work odd hours, and often results in very little sleep. However, we usually can’t control when our muse wishes to manifest itself, so have to be prepared for late nights and early mornings should that eventuate. I regularly find myself up writing after midnight so for that reason I call my inspiration “The Midnight Muse.”
The Midnight Muse
by John Hansen
He sits reclined upon a chair
On which his father sat before,
Old, but carved from silky oak,
And once or twice restored.
With both eyes closed and deep in thought,
Hands resting on the desk.
A candle’s flicker in the dark
Makes shadows quite grotesque.
Beside one hand a coffee cup
To help him ward off sleep,
The other fiddles with a pen
In hope his muse may creep.
Inspiration can’t be forced,
Life sometimes impedes.
But as the midnight hour descends
His writer’s block concedes.
Suddenly, tired eyelids lift,
He straightens in his chair,
Enlightenment invades his face,
Runs fingers through his hair.
Knuckles crack, then start to write
Upon the virgin page,
Words flow at speed as if controlled
By some mysterious sage.
The writer’s work is magical,
From nothing great things grow.
Blank pages transform into books,
Under just a candle’s glow.
So don’t despair, but persevere,
Whatever form you choose.
Trust in a force beyond your powers,
It’s called the Midnight Muse.
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