There’s a muse in my showerhead.
Must be. No question.
She whispers in my ear right
When the water is at its hottest:
An idea for a story,
A character I have to write.
But I don’t take pens into the shower,
And definitely not paper.
So by the time I’m finished,
And I’m dripping onto the mat
And tripping on the way to a journal…
The idea is gone.
There’s a muse in my showerhead.
But I think she needs to move
Somewhere more practical.
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021
