A Labour Of Love (Poetry)

The effort involved
in seeking out words
to somehow capture
what’s essentially
so hard to pin down

To adequately
describe an idea
give it space to live
and breathe on the page
express love’s old dream

The muse so enslaves
that hours drift by
immersed in the task
all other concerns
forgotten for now

Each narrative grows
like a hungry chick
needing attention
cries out in the night
demands to be fed

At last it is fledged
plumped to perfection
leaves a soft glow — some
small satisfaction —
the writer’s work done