Hot Liquid

Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/category/poetry/poetry-prompt/

Kettle is boiling

My favourite mug is ready

This morning isn’t spoiling

Pouring hot liquid is toiling

powder form changes in seconds

kettle is boiling

Handwritten notes for my novel

sipping at each caffeine hit

My imagination clearly dispels

As time passes, my hope in store

I need to earn money for my saviour

that is an author’s flaw

Latte is my endurance toiling

I close my notebook with a sigh

This morning isn’t spoiling

Another chance at drinking shouts and screams

I have to go, I am so sad

On my retirement I will dream

Being an adult is not what it seems.