UNWELCOME SPRITE
There is a little Sprite that has come into my mind right now,
And is busy spring cleaning all my mind closets somehow,
I did not invite it in. It came without permission or request
All the ideas I had stored are gone, the Sprite is quite a pest.
Earlier I though of the poor creatures that suffer road kill
And bright ideas were there so many poems I could fill,
But the tidy little Sprite had swept the compartment clean
So no signs of these poems as yet by you be clearly seen.
I saw a mighty eagle flying with it’s freshly hunted prey
I was wondering how much food the family had that day,
But that idea space was all cleaned and tided right out
And at the Sprite I really wanted to scream and shout.
I’ll give up writing until the Sprite has done each chore,
And hope that I can refill each compartment once more,
Then I can go on writing, give of myself in my special way,
And hope that the Sprite gets tired and want to go to play.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 May 2006