An idea
flowed onto my head between droplets of warm water
blew through my hair between the branches of an old oak
fluttered onto my shoulders cupped in a falling leaf
floated into my ear on bird song, insistent for capture on the page ~ moulded and shaped in image, metaphor and language tools of heart, soul and mind.
“The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it
slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.”
~ Maya Angelou
Authors note:
Original muse written May 16, 2014
Edited November 20, 2023
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