Late evenings she sits at her antique desk waiting. It was a test of patience that her creative mind endured every night.

by the window
holds her mother’s vintage pen
under lit candle

by the window
signs of a summer’s breeze
a flame flutters

holds her mother’s vintage pen
waiting for her muse to write
words of her own

under lit candle
waits to untangle letters,
like a magic potion

© Tournesol’16/04/01

Written for 5 words prompted at the Secret Keeper:
TEST | POTION | MUSE | OWN | SIGN |