Inspiralation

What inspires me?

Steeple spires

Peoples’ eyes

Eyes of the tiger

And Tiger Lily

Lily ponds

The Ponderosa

When I ponder Rosa

Rows and rows of anacondas

Playing drums and playing congas

Drumming fingers

Finger lickin’

Fifty shades of southern chicken

Grey in the morning

Turning brighter

Brightest stars

And star-based fighters

Fighting writing then alighting

On a rig, a jig or biting

Bits of something

Lots of nothing

Not a thing does not inspire me

Inspiration always fires me

Flames engulf my writers mind

Mind my words

For they’re not mine

First born of something out of time.

But that’s fine.