Arising in bedsit land
tunes her learning mind
into hearing above the towns waking noises
the bell ringings call to academic arms superiority.
Sifts the coming day's literary, needs
appropriate hard backed educational harbingers.
Below her creaking floor,
other achievers to be
are joining in the morning's usual routined mayhem.
Shelved in sunlight Coleridge repose's
free of and away from
any of his frosty midnights perhaps ghostily and kindly
censoring her early writing steps
those his feet also had to take across Lake District hills.
And through her paint crumbling window
as if peeking, the sun finds both her
and the little plastic beaked companion
performing submergence after submergence
seeking to beautify her possible open mic appearance
before elite throngs
hoping for more than a few crumbs of applause
for her initial efforts
or those of a different kind
made in the secrecy of cloisters.