My Muse has flown...

So no poetry from me...

I had a feeling She was ready to flee because her visits became fewer.
Awful shame really but I can't say I'm surprised and, as I'm so fond of saying,...One can't serve two masters.
Being consumed by domesticity then trying to write verse is almost impossible. Managed it for a good while but now cakes have won out.
I find myself turning to food sites rather than poetry sites. A case of growing up or a case of finding more satisfaction in ganache and meatballs? Whatever. It's over.

I knew it was all change when, on Saturday night, after a bit of an upset, I couldn't put finger to keypad and by so doing allay myself of the pumping rage which had me gurgling blood. So, I had a cup of tea, and went early to bed.

It's a bloody shame though because penning poems has given me a lot of pleasure, but we move on and on to other things, other lifelines, different hobbies pop their heads up.
So a huge hug to my Muse, all 6ft of her, no more will I see your voluminous hair catching the grey papery webs in the corner of my glorious book lined office.

On my mind today other than loss... mini Brioche tins...