Her royal highness of high-brow inspiration, Kate Bush
The young princess squatting behind a bush with a cheeky grin, watching the hapless writer fling himself passionately into the fiery, broiling volcano of feeling…
Or the ghostly apparition floating beside him as he contemplates the ancient, cobweb-riddled closet of memories, secured by the huge padlock of self-doubt.
How about the voluptuous, luminiscent mermaid, who lured Vincent van Gogh from the milky, eternal ocean of undoing, promising him the pearl of art, and drew him back into the ocean once more, her flute-like laughter ringing in his mind like a fickle young maiden?
Or the wide-eyed child who dusts off the rusty switch box with tiny, malleable hands, and innocently flicks the neon switch of EUREKA! in the frustrated inventor’s mind?
And the scrawny fox who dashes across the consciousness of the working man’s brain, leaving an electrifying trail in his mind, neatly colliding with reality as he yells excitedly to his boss, “I’ve got an idea!”
Finally, the merry pied piper, skipping in a dizzy waltz with his broken nose in the air, leading fervent musicians on a Easter Egg-flecked trail of discover for their three minutes of fame on the radio!
(And so, fellow readers…what form does your inspiration take? Or might have yours evaporated?)
© Zelda Reville