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!
