Inspiration

Inspiration Irritates

Inspiration irritates me

in the long thin hours of dark

When the witches bewitch

and the devils bedevil

and the faeries flutter

in gold and silver streaks

accross the starry woods.

The pixies light their lamps

among the black and blue trees

The mermaids sing their song

to the hushing moonlit tide

on a faraway shore

The white horses sparkle

silver in the starlight

The unicorn awakens from slumber

in the most sacredly secret

most deeply distant

most mysteriously magic

part of the woods

He awakens slowly sleepy

among the oldest and ancient roots

of the fig tree

Shakes from his body the dew

He must be up and about by three

He lifts his head and opens his wise wide eyes

and inspiration irritates me

Tugging and teasing my mind

in the long thin hours of dark

the most magical of times.