Of Bubble Baths and Red Wine

Drunken writing bouts of inspiration in a bubble bath surrounded by bubbles, candles and incense smoke; I blame you, Leonard Cohen, you brilliant poet.

Now to dribble out the muddle

that was birthed of deliciously sluiced red wine; 

a convoluted consciousness left a puddle

of stray thoughts and fears that are mine, 

while writing the prose 

that leaves its Muse

scribbling and scratching in overdose: 

"is it time to light the fuse?" 

Author's Note

I blame red wine on this particular piece!

Reviews

[NoelHC]

This is so short, yet filled with much of what goes through a writer's mind when the muse hits, regardless of what inspired it. Well done.