I’ve been playing hide and seek with my muse.
I counted to a hundred and whilst I was counting
I heard her running away
With that clumsy gait of hers
Looking for somewhere clever to hide.
I finished counting and opened my eyes.
"Are you in your usual spot?"
I asked the seemingly empty room.
Upon opening my medicine chest
And rifling through all the different medications
I found the answer to my question.
Next spot to look was the kitchen
On the shelf near the sink
A bottle of red there
And nothing behind it
Not the best hiding place anyway really
A favourite of hers though
But today my muse was
So I went to my room
There was a bag filled with something
On the table
And even a pipe to smoke it
But my lovely and elusive muse?
She was not there.
Defeated and depressed
Aching in body and mind I sat
On my bed and cradled my head in my hands
I went to smoke a cigarette
By the window
Pulled back the curtain
Opened the window
And standing just outside
My gorgeous muse was there.