Muse and I, Staring down a Vacation

Adios amigos, I’m off on a break,

This year, the Muse has been on my case,

I’ve convinced her its not a jailbreak -

End of year, we just need some space.

Wine - red, white and sparkling,

Coupled with seafood and salads divine,

Before the whale watching,

And after the swim with bottlenose dolphin.

My plan, even Mirza Nosha would endorse,

I point out to the Muse with alacrity!

My friend, she fixes me with a steely gaze,

Ghalib liked his wine French, and you, are going southerly.

Time to deploy good Gibran as I confess:

Let the winds of heaven blow between our togetherness.

So, for the nonce, she’s gone,

To whatever place Muses go, perhaps Saigon?

Not too far, you see, I can’t take the chance,

I need her around when I return from my holiday,

When copious amounts of wine have me in a trance,

Floundering at my desk on a writing day.

But that day is still a fortnight away,

A fortnight in which to hike and see some stalactite,

Little penguins, shark whale and manta ray,

Ahoy there, Muse, recharged, we'll resume the rewrite!