when inspiration strikes
it grips you
with a choke hold at your throat
fiercely, intensely
a mosquito buzzing in your ear
persistent, relentless
until you finally succumb
dash it out with pen on paper
until the fire ebbs
and flows, receding
a feather floating away on a breeze
fleeting, disappearing
barely inches out of reach
it leaves
when inspiration flies
when inspiration strikes
July 30, 2002 by Ina
