As a prolific author I often get asked:-

• How do you do it?
• Why do you do it?
• Where do you do it?
• For how long do you do it?

You know… in not so few words but similar.

There are answers but what came to me the other day was a poem that goes some way to explaining. So here it is… and please… interpret to your heart’s content…

 

To write… a muse

by Sarah Lynch

♥

A puncture in my chest you remain

A healing embrace you also are

Yet I find it difficult to absorb you

I skim the surface because you hurt

 ♥

I see clearer when I see through you

I breathe harder when you remind me

I shake out the strength that surrounds

Cascades along my entirety in droves

 ♥

I clench a fist and it gathers there

The will of my command, my drive

The energy, not the words, escape

They explode into matter from nothing

 ♥

A dream to create, plunder and expatiate

A heart so solid, so stony though flourishes

You wild rivers you, swirling, amassing,

You gather within to expunge my self

♥

She broke the barriers, undid the bonds

She chipped me down, broke me open

She, vile and tempestuous, sought me out

Forced me to yield to her in empathy

 ♥

The lives of many explored by a scribe

The whispers of existence all at odds

The voices swirl, fold, join and mingle

To make one, loud noise.

♥

To ignore it… impossible

© Sarah Michelle Lynch