The Wild Beast

Is it a poem, or just a stream of consciousness? I’m not sure. It’s about a problem I’m finding a bit of a killer though.

The wild beast

A wild beast stalks the plains of the writer’s mind.

Elusive, solitary

Not nocturnal, diurnal, crepuscular, it can appear at any time of day or night.

There is no forewarning: it just emerges

And without care on the writer’s part, it can disappear as quickly.

It closely resembles other such beasts: they are often confused with it.

But the real thing is unmistakeable.

A wild beast stalks the plains of the writer’s mind – the Original Thought.

Published by Antonia

I'm a British citizen and European Union offical, who lives in Brussels again after 6 years in London and 8 in Melbourne. I went to the London School of Economics and University of Melbourne. In 2008 I took part in the Eisenhower Fellowship Multination Programme, the subject of 3 of my blogs. You can find me on Twitter as @antoniam or on Mastodon as

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