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