“Creativity,” she said, “Is a muscle. Use it or lose it.”
At least, that’s what I remember the muse whispering in the sweet nectar of that space just before the dawn where I drift in blissful dreamland, just before Beaumont the Sheepadoodle comes and sticks his wet nose in my face.
It’s his signal. “I have to go. Out. Now.”
Of course, The ‘now’ when it’s -23C (-9F) with the windchill takes a few minutes to happen. By the time I’ve layered up, Beau is at the front door. If he could cross his legs I’m sure he would.
We went out. Walked the quiet, frozen streets for 15 minutes while he contemplated the perfect spot to do his business.
Beaumont is a master at picking his moments (and spots). If I’ve made him wait he’ll make me wait too.
But, back to the muse and her whisperings.
Since I can remember, I have loved writing prose and poetry. I’m not a rhymer. I just feel great joy experimenting with the words to create images and connections and ideas. I love playing in the flow.
On Monday, the inspiration to play came from a poetry prompt at dVerse.
Today’s challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a quadrille poem. If you’re new to dVerse or the quadrille, it’s simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title.) You MUST use the word “way” in your poem.
I accepted the challenge and the words flowed.
The first line that came out of my pen was, “That’s no way to be a lady.”
I laughed and invited it to wait. “You’re much more of a #ShePersisted kind of prompt,” I told it and saved it in my #ShePersisted quotes file. I know it will be waiting for me to pick up the brush and start creating anew.
‘Cause that’s the thing about inspiration. It doesn’t have a best before date. It only asks that we take note and trust that when the time is right, it will be there inviting us to come alive in its vision unfolding.
I began again on divining the essence of the ‘way’ to write my Quadrille. This time, the words settled onto the page like honey melting in a mug of hot lemon tea. The perfect blend of sweet and sour. Smooth and syrupy.
Okay. So it wasn’t as fast as honey melting in hot tea. It took several hours to get the words to sing within the parameters of a Quadrille. Exactly 44 words (not including the title).
But that’s the thing about creativity. It isn’t a once in a lifetime occurrence. It’s an, ‘I’m always flowing in and all around you’ kind of medium. Like the tide. Always ebbing and flowing. Constantly in motion.
My job isn’t to watch the waves roll in. My job, my passion, my creative urge is to dive in and ride the arc, carving my words onto the page like a surfer catching the break, swooping and dipping as she rides the curl, body balanced within the crashing swell until there’s no wave left to ride and she paddles back out to catch the next one and the next.
Creativity is everywhere. Creativity has no beginning nor end. It just is. A force of nature. A fact of life.
Which is why, I didn’t stop with writing a Quadrille. I painted it too.
Ahh…. that muse. She takes such delight in play.
Go Right ©2021 Louise Gallagher Thinking I’d find a shortcut to happiness, I blindly followed the road most travelled. The road veered left. My heart said, go right. I followed my heart. There are no shortcuts to happiness. There is only the way of the heart leading through Love.
And P.Ss — the song that was singing in my head as I painted happened to be a song written in the 60s by Malvina Reynolds and made popular by the great Pete Seeger.
Perhaps it will inspire you too!