A WRITER'S INTERRUPTION...3am MOONLIGHT MUSINGS

A Dear Diary Ditty...

Sally Somerton 

Ah… it must be 3am.

Or edging closer to 4, I’m sure.

Because there it is again,

my mind, wide awake,

knocking far too loudly at my door.

Not a polite tap.

No gentle suggestion.

But an urgent insistence,

Now. Write this now.

So I fumble in the dark,

pen scratching across paper

balanced on the edge of sleep,

trying to catch the thoughts

before they scatter like startled birds.

Ideas spill,

half-formed, luminous, demanding,

as if they’ve been queuing all day

for this exact moment

to make themselves known.

My body sighs, heavy, reluctant,

tangled in sheets and fatigue,

whispering, please… not tonight.

But the mind?

Oh, the mind is electric.

Alive with possibility.

Unreasonable. Unresting. Unapologetic.

And so I write.

Because I know this dance by now,

ignore it, and it will only grow louder.

Sleep may elude me,

but somewhere between scribbles and sighs,

something is born.

And perhaps…

that is the quiet bargain

of being a writer.

Sally Somerton - Island Writer

©sallysomerton2026