My bathroom muse always appears like a genie with the bulb
under the lavish stream of water and soapsuds.
Brilliant writing tips pop into my head
in a perfect plot, sequence and all.
Yet, once I sit at the desk
in an attempt to capture it all,
the fickle muse fizzles away
just like those soap bubbles.
Short of repeating the thoughts
mindlessly like a mantra in my head,
I guess I must start taking the notepad
into the shower as well 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha