When the opus becomes a work to the writer,

Then the onus, or burden of proof,

Falls on the audience.

Listening can become a chore.

But I prefer an ode to joy,

Writing for pure pleasure.

It's never a bore,

Singing my odes to Odin.

Odin loves me.

He says I am his cheerful child,

Mild and dainty, but not delicate at all.

And people say I'm silly,

But I could be good for you,

Because a merry heart doeth good like a medicine,

And Odin loves me.

-jenn