My ideas are like light bulbs,
in that,
when they are there I can’t turn them off and,
annoyingly,
I can’t sleep with the lights on.
They just kind of glow until I write them down,
and then a light switch appears and I think they are off,
but those pesky things continue to light up my brain.
They make me dream of light bulbs and,
before I know it,
it’s Christmas in July.
My ideas are like light bulbs,
in that,
there is always that one annoying one that just…
flickers…
and gives you a bit of a headache.
And then,
there’s that other one that just won’t turn on,
no matter how many times you tap it,
and it was a really pretty light bulb,
one of those fancy old fashioned ones,
but pointless.
My ideas are like light bulbs,
in that,
they are fairy lights,
or just fairies,
and when I find one I like,
they dance.
They float up into the sky,
and become the stars of their own new universe.
My ideas are like light bulbs.
Glowing, flickering, dancing lights.
Jennifer Pickering 