Rachael Mead # 13, The problem with inspiration

The problem with inspiration

Skilful navigator of ennui,

I ride the grind of time

waiting for that pale fire

to leave its scorch on my page.

My days stretch beyond endurance

but when the magic is cast right,

I cram seven in one like a dog.

But then the hourglass drops

its final grain, the flame gutters,

my head pounding with the ghosts of words.

The spell is short - the hangover long.