I take out my cauldron.
The first ingredient is always the most important.
Rummaging through my drawers, I finally find the perfect one.
I pop in a piece of paper.
Next, I reach for my desk.
I pop in a jar of ink.
Stirring the ***, I open the lid of my head.
These ingredients are the hardest to find.
A pinch of inspiration.
A dash of creativity.
A cup or two of words.
They all go in the cauldron.
Finally, it's time for the last ingredient.
The last ingredient is always the most important.
I reach into my heart.
Carefully, carefully, I pull out all my love.
Carefully, carefully, I put it in the ***.
Mix! Stir! Whirl! Spin!
There. It's done.
I pull out a fresh poem.
I am an Alchemeist of Imagination.