they haven’t been inspired to write today.
The words just haven’t come, they grin and sigh:
‘We’ve plenty other days when we can try.’
I do not have those other days. No time
for luxuries like writer’s block are mine.
I cannot leave the page blank for an hour:
be silenced by disease or by its power.
I cannot wait for inspiration’s voice.
I have to write. I have no other choice,
or time, already cruel, will twist the knife
and cut me off before I’ve shared my life.
The words must come. There is no time to lose.
For me, the Reaper has become my Muse.
© Fran Hill
Fran Hill is a writer and English teacher based in Warwickshire, UK.