Merry meet all,
Yesterday afternoon I found myself at the neighborhood cemetery again. There I sat, quill pen + notebook in hand, as I surveyed the scene before me. I perched on some stone steps. At first the afternoon was sunny. Then it turned cloudy. The sky was as gray as some of the headstones.
I spotted an earthworm on the step. I thought it was dead. Its skin glistened in the sun. Upon closer observation, I noticed the earthworm was alive and wriggling. I studied it for another moment then compassionately lifted him onto soil to avoid him being trampled. He no doubt appreciated my kindness.
I tried to write, I honestly did. I ended up writing prose, not poetry. Kids played in the cemetery and the parents talked and supervised. I stared out at the mass of headstones, trees and grass before me but the flowy metaphoric words didn’t come. I don’t know what it was but I still made a valiant effort.
The sky clouded over. The afternoon wore on. I sipped a coffee as I am now and waited for the words. I could have been distracted. The muse may have been sleeping off a drunk. I don’t know what it was but the words weren’t there. I however had not lost my powers of observation. That is one half of writing prose or poetry- being observant of the world around you.
Writing is a struggle, more like a wrestling match. The words don’t always come. However that doesn’t mean the magic won’t happen later. That is why it is important to keep trying. The more you practice, the easier it gets. The same is true with soccer or calligraphy.
Tonight is the Full Moon of May! I wish you all a powerful Full moon esbat tonight. Blessings to all
Spiderwitch
