Where is my muse?

Do you sometimes have days when ideas flood in, when the way ahead is obvious, when you’re buzzing and eager? And perhaps other days when you feel utterly stuck, as if there’s a wall in your mind, stopping you from getting at the creative ideas for changing your life which are tantalisingly close, but inaccessible?

I’ve found that with my writing. Sometimes my muse is right there, dancing on the page, whispering ideas in my ear and at other times she’s silenced, nowhere to be found:

Buried deep inside she pops up from time to time
Says hello, allows me access
Then hides again.

I never know where to find her.
It’s like a dream;
She’s there, I know she is
But she’s not here.

Sometimes I think
She’s neither here, nor there.

The wall was high, like one huge rock
The wall between me and me.

I can almost see over the top of it now, and it has worn away a little
It’s thinner,
Less depth.

Behind that wall,  keeping me company, hides my muse.
She pops her head up once in a while.
She calls to me.
I hear her in the distance.

I see her now, she’s like an Arthur Rackham faerie:
My childhood fantasy companion, come to a muse.

Slowly time, patience and persistence are rewiring my mind.

There’s a light cast on the wall now, and I see that the mortar is loose, there are gaps.
There is a yet brighter light on the other side.

And a musing faerie plays hide and seek with me.

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