When you feel that you ‘have’ to write… something.
After a few days in the wilderness –
or even one –
it becomes a requirement
to scribble something down;
even though it may be short
and of little literary worth.
‘Peas on Earth!’
Or the like.
I’ve got a bike;
or had one,
or will have one,
or won’t –
as ‘cycle’
I don’t.
Having writ,
I am then able
to remove myself from
the table of writing,
and get on with my chores,
there, inviting,
“What chores?”
you may ask (you may),
and I may reply,
“Why, thank you, mine’s a pint!”
or maybe I won’t.
