There was a scaffold around the outside of my mind
For nearly six long weeks before news filtered through
That maybe it was coming down which made me glad
As not a poetic word had been written since it had risen

It was like a fortress of my mind
Smothering my instinct to gaze out my window
At the muse that has been my view
For all these weird years of living by the sea

But there it remained for another few weeks
Continuing to antagonise me and steal from me my view
It got me wondering as to the state
Of my mind by the time it came down

Then finally one afternoon I returned from work
And the scaffold was gone and the muse returned
I got some dinner, smoked a nice one
And sat down at my laptop with the intention to write