Skip to main content

In My Head

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #243.


The writer in my head is never honest.
He sits back, pokes a memory...sighs.
Reassures me it's completely meaningless.
He grabs a sheaf of ideas, fans them out:
Detritus. High school? Offices before social media?
One by one, he feeds them into the fire.
Briefly, he stares into the flames,
Shakes his head, tilts back, stares at the ceiling.
He's stuck in a ready room. 
In a skull.
He could make fifteen different novels
At least one deathless sword-and-sorcery series
Out of this--he'd be the wizard.
The fire crumples the paper, petals it.
A vase of charcoal, fiery blooms.
Boring. Burn the worst, the best.
He's a liar, a fabulist, a critic,
with a sorcerous talent for disparagement. 

Greetings and salutations!  Thanks for the kind wishes toward Merlin, who has been doing well this week, alternating between super bouncy (is there food potentially available? new people around?) and his natural pillow state (see below).


-- Chrissa


Comments

  1. ✿January 21, 2023 at 7:59 AM

    I especially love the opening:

    "The writer in my head is never honest.
    He sits back, pokes a memory...sighs."

    And this:

    "The fire crumples the paper, petals it."

    "a fabulist" ... that too :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. rallentandaJanuary 21, 2023 at 8:07 AM

    Hmmm.....there are a lot of interesting ideas going around in your head:) Quite complicated ones. Pats and tickles for Merlin.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Carrie Van HornJanuary 21, 2023 at 12:38 PM

    This speaks to and for every poet's mind and muse Chrissa! I love this so much and the feeling it swiftly tosses at us! Brilliant writing my friend! I am glad Merlin is feeling better. He is so adorable!

    ReplyDelete
  4. JimJanuary 21, 2023 at 4:27 PM

    A bummer for a Muse. But you write sooo many nice things, it has to be fiction, can't' you.
    ..

    ReplyDelete
  5. Gillena CoxJanuary 21, 2023 at 10:42 PM

    All the possibilities in the head of this creative writer.

    Merlin looks happy 😊

    Much❤love

    ReplyDelete
  6. Keith's RamblingsJanuary 22, 2023 at 8:13 AM

    This makes my layed back muse sound very lazy!

    ReplyDelete
  7. qbitJanuary 22, 2023 at 2:08 PM

    "He's a liar, a fabulist, a critic" - isn't that the truth!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Susie ClevengerJanuary 25, 2023 at 12:07 PM

    Oh this speaks to me of how much I argue with the writer in my head, often not trusting she's given me anything worth a pen or keyboard.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Once Upon a Future Past

  Sharing with The Sunday Muse #204 . It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening ran behind me dragons, demons, and the sleeping world; afraid to turn, to wake me. Power needs its horror stories, its ghosts. It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening followed close; a fantasy of goodness, where the gold is always covering bones. Power needs its fairy tales, its witches. It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening treads my hem, like an army from the dragon's teeth and all the lies therein. -- Chrissa
14 comments
Read more

Not Slacking, Just Writing

 So. My actual screensaver called me out today. Have I been writing much poetry? Is the doggerel below P O E T R Y? Yeah, probably not. However. The real story is that I'm working my way through a few stories for Camp NaNoWriMo. At almost halfway through the month, I'm still not sure what will end up under the pen on a day-by-day basis but I've added to several.  My reading has been similar. Lots of initial chapters or initial handful of chapters but very, very few final chapters completed. I'm thinking about taking a day and just clearing out my zine basket. Summer heat settled in early, so I haven't been doing any outdoor reading, but zines are pretty quick and I should be able to finish several while the squirrels raid the birdseed. :)  Hope you're having a good writing/reading summer! It must have been a movie, black and white, Watched when I was younger, maybe sick, Glancing between Mom cleaning and the screen. A father and his daughter in a lighthouse New ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Fearsome by Survival

  Sharing today with T he Sunday Muse #189 , where Shay is hosting. Come and read and share a piece! On a web-white, wool-quiet morning I found the girl our stories gave us The one who survived She wore the meadow, carded and sewn Long since burned for field Still, she knew me Her stories named me fierce, feral She might have feared  The one who devours Neither of us spoke, patient at morning Breath, warmth, silence Innocent of power We know the stories kill us both We know that we become Fearsome by survival Hello and welcome. It's 67 degrees outside this morning and a warm December weekend might seem like the kind of thing that would prevent me from following through on a plan to hibernate with a good book for the rest of the weekend...but it's the doomscrolling that's run down the charge on my phone that's preventing me from doing that. Also, I may have developed an intolerance to long stretches of quiet during the past year and a half.  Anyway. Looking forward to r...
16 comments
Read more