MUSE(LINGS)

They emerge unbidden
From deep within
Or some dark well
They flutter they swarm

Vague and unformed
Some arrive fully crafted
Although rough edged
Beautiful colourful demanding

Like brutal butterflies
Each wanting to be first
These products of the mind
They must be nurtured

Listened to never ignored
They must be managed
They have to be controlled
Never allowed to be in control