Spark

It starts with a spark

From the heart

To the head

Departs

And it spreads

To pen

To paper

And then

It stays there

Offends

It’s maker

It’s wrong

Once more

He hunts for

The feeling

The fable

The feeling’s

Unstable

Notes scattered

Across the table

It’s wrong

Begins and ends

And starts again

He grins, his pen

Is far from him

Amused

A muse

Makes amends

He finds his pen

It’s perfect