Stuck

Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a stuck poem. Write about the struggle or the inability to move. Maybe you’re stuck in traffic, in a bad job, or a relationship.

Oh what a vexing dilemma

Stuck madly in the middle of thought

For that wily old Muse

Has relinquished her dues

That long after midnight I sought

But now in the middle of morning

I’m hit with a mystic sort of thud

As from out of nowhere

She spangles the air

While I’m stuck elbow-deep in dish suds

Oh, what a glorious dilemma

Stuck twixt fantasy and mundane

Yet, I should sing the blues

For that wily old Muse

Drives this housewife completely insane

© Janet Martin