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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 :)

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  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.

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  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!

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  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.
    ..

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

    All the possibilities in the head of this creative writer.

    Merlin looks happy 😊

    Much❤love

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

    This makes my layed back muse sound very lazy!

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  7. qbitJanuary 22, 2023 at 2:08 PM

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

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  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.

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