Go up, Parnassuss, up and flee the flood
Which will destroy the light and love of art.
Forget that which was lost and gird your heart
To start anew in sweat and tears and blood.
There was a slow stagnation where you stood
And time has come to toil and to restart
The pulse which slowed and pulled your muse apart.
Come wander on the mountain, through the wood
And hear the muses whisper life to you
Where once your mind was dead to word and song.
Now see Apollo stirred to hear your voice
And see him bring the morning forth anew
And linger on the mountain and prolong
The day just for your bliss. Poet, rejoice.
The floods gave you no choice
And drove you to the howling in the night
Of wolves and gentle muses, to delight.
Take up your pen and write;
Parnassus called you home out of your fear.
Give words to thoughts before they disappear.
postscript
Day five of the May Sonnet Challenge. This is a caudate sonnet. Basically a glorified pep talk out of writer's block. If you don't know the mythological references, go and read up on Mount Parnassus. It's a common theme in my work.