A Scolding From My Muse

For Miranda Lambert’s “Inspired” contest By Carolyn Devonshire I wanted to write for this contest; But my muse was staging a protest. “Take me to the sea,” it pled, “In this house, I languish, dead; Put me in touch with nature, a forest.” “Don’t stare at a screen, confined by walls; Locked inside, my inspiration falls. Surely there’s a babbling brook Or a valley’s overlook. Give me something to work with,” muse calls. “If you fail to respond, I’ll attack As you’re sleeping in a room black. Thoughts you will never recall Cannot upon your page fall; Without me you’re nothing but a hack!”