a creative process (troibun)

Late evenings she sits at her antique desk waiting. It was a test of patience that her creative mind endured every night.

by the window
holds her mother’s vintage pen
under lit candle

by the window
signs of a summer’s breeze
a flame flutters

holds her mother’s vintage pen
waiting for her muse to write
words of her own

under lit candle
waits to untangle letters,
like a magic potion

© Tournesol’16/04/01

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11 thoughts on “a creative process (troibun)”

    1. She is always with me, Melinda, although she did not have an antique plume (smiles)…but how she loved my writing even as a young child when I wrote very awkward sounding poems. She’d always make me feel like I was a genius 😀 In her eyes I was very special. Nothing can lift a child’s spirits but such love.

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