WHAT KEEPS YOU WRITING — PROMPT
Green
when even red lights are green
We’re a trinity. Sacred in our small, immensely unknowable way
Heart, Muse, and I. Spirit, Creator, Scribe. Athos, Porthos, Aramis.
Un pour tous, tous pour un One for all, all for one Pen as sword, sword penning epiphanies
My seeking spirit Athos leading the way, gutting taunting voices of mere grey matter, deceptors, no matter how legion.
Creator, like Porthos, ever dueling vanity – yet, at core, kind.
Scribe as besotted with the Divine – feisty, too — as Aramis.
The three of us bound in quest, in Dance
and colorblind. All reds — greens.
Stop lights, Block, red flags
seen, felt, heard as Go. Come hither.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
I cannot not write. DNA and desire woven by the Divine. When I don’t write, I can feel the Muse — feel her! — kicking me in the shin. I get weird. Cranky. Perhaps you can relate.
Thank you, Trisha Traughber, for a prompt that led my vagabond scribbler inward.
Thank you, Alexandre Dumas, for introducing me to Athos, Porthos, & Aramis.
Thank you, dearest readers — musketeers of hope and support.
For more on colorblindness, click here.
Love.
