Les Rêves des Notre Ours #1 | Page 12

Sourpuss

Step 1: Open Word document

Step 2: Type poem…still typing

I look at it with raised eyebrows,

quizzically, as though testing its merit.

Not quite satisfied,

I tweak a few words,

check the dictionary for the right usage

of decorative plumage,

chew on my mental pencil

while jotting down mental notes,

stare at it again,

then some more

and then some more,

till I finally press Ctrl + S.

A DEADLINES folder sits

on the desktop and I rummage

through it to find

that suitable journal for my

not-so-muse-inspired second-rate version of a first-class idea piece

and pack it away in haste.

Reading the guidelines,

I fuss over fonts and margins,

paste the poem in the body of the mail

and get back to twiddling my thumbs.

After months of waiting,

a gentle howler shatters my hopes.

So what went wrong?

I wallow in self-doubt for a bit,

playing the angst-ridden heroine

of a poor screenplay

and brush away my tears.

Opening a new document,

a germ for another persona is born.

By Shola Shankar