My Chocolate Muse
by Chris Ivins
There is an empty hole inside where poems used to live
I wrote the
last one days ago, and have no more to give
A topic, or a title; just some words to jog the mind!
like a riot scene with no sense left to find!
I should just take it easy, take a nip, or two or three
I write might be a fright to everyone but me!
I can't explain this really - why my head is like a sieve
all run and jump in there, they bounce, gyrate, then leave
I bit m’lip, then chewed it, now a tooth has pierced
My eye whites are like roadmaps, and m’temper's gettin' thin
I gurgle and I dribble, I am now no pretty
There's twitching going on as well, the left foot or the right
Some chocolate will allay my somewhat angry
But forage in the pantry reaffirms my sad position
I feel a grumble start from down below my belly button
I must set off and try to find the sneaky, chocky glutton
I'm growling and there's beads of sweat a-formin' on
Should anybody cross my path they'll run in fear right now
A roar escapes m’lips that are all mashed
from being chewed
Me twitching body movements lend no end to this bad mood
Then, Hark! I hear an Angel whisper
softly in my ear
She said, "You're chasing rainbows in a quagmire now, my dear,
You won't solve all your problems
if you find who ate the choc,
The real cause of your anger is a case of writer's block"
"So come and sit, chant
'OM' with me and very soon you'll see
You'll feel so calm and peaceful, then angelic, just like me"
I sat and breathed,
I counted sheep and chanted 'OM' a lot
The lack of words, my hunt for chocky thieves was soon forgot!
on a silver cloud with many a heavenly body
Then God approached and handed me a lovely, steaming toddy
He said to me
in booming voice:
"GO BACK UNTO YOUR CUPBOARD!
maybe now you'll wish you kept
supplies like Mrs Hubbard"
the Milo, chips and cake, you'll find a little
It's wrapped in foil, I hid it there, a feast for your red eyes!
Verily, I say unto you, I can't stand looking down,
to see behaviour like you showed!
You brought my brow a frown!"
"If writing is so dear to you
and chocolate comes
Please write a book, I left enough
FOR YOU TO OVERDOSE!"
Chris Ivins has lived in a small country town called
Grenfell in New South Wales, Australia, for nearly four years, but was born in Sydney and lived there most of her life.
She's 46, has two children and is married to an ex-sailor. She writes on Fanstory.com with the handle 'alpacalady'. (She co-owns
a herd of about 30 alpacas.) So far, nothing published in print media, but there will be one poem coming out in a book by
Black Rose Writing towards the end of 2008. Chris is a country lass who enjoys writing."
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