56. Spells and poetry

There are books and books and books on how to write. I haven't read them all, but I've read them some. They have some helpful things to say, but oddly, I haven't found one that describes my process and writing space.

This is where the magic happens.

Before to life some poesy I bring

I need an atmosphere that is conducive.

Th' accoutrements I need are no big thing;

amassing them's a task not too elusive.

To start: I need a drop of fairy blood

in which to dip my pen of phoenix quill;

some vellum pulled from rich Atlantean mud

and dried in ovens fired by Zeus' will;

a pint of moonlight rendered into beer

for at my Yggdrasil-wood desk to sip;

and incantations, drawing Muses near

for inspiration, from their glow, to grip.

Once in these simple measures I engage

I'm ready to write rhyme upon the page.