Well, the Muse stayed in bed all day Monday and Tuesday, the lazy mare. She finally showed up, half-dressed, her hair and make-up a complete mess and smelling of drink. I was going to send her home as being unfit for work but, hey, at least she got here in the end.
This week's challenge poetique was set here by Chiccoreal. I chose the morning-related prompt and this is what transpired:
The alarm’s diamond drill-bit
Whines, and cracks go spidering
Across the surface of my dreams.
The fish-head man, the flooded bathroom,
The argument we were about to have,
And the apples with human faces shatter and fall.
I unglue my eyes into waxy morning light.
I cannot yet escape the gravity-well of the duvet,
So I savour the delicious warm lethargy awhile.
But Monday is calling and will not be denied.
My bare feet touch the bedroom carpet
And I’m surprised it’s not covered in pieces of dream.