You bide by the cauldron,
insistent the feast
must be prepared,
and be ready to share.
You brook no excuses,
accept no lame reason,
the cauldron might be empty,
or contents ignored
You bide by the cauldron,
insistent the feast
must be prepared,
and be ready to share.
You remain vigilant,
missing no opportunity
to challenge and rebuke
under-worked ideas ill-formed.
You bide by the cauldron,
insistent the feast
must be prepared,
and be ready to share.
You demand absolutely,
that through the struggle
beauty eventually develops
as order from chaos.
You bide by the cauldron,
insistent the feast
must be prepared,
and be ready to share.
You relent only,
in the mystery of creation,
when words emerge patterned,
and ready to share.
Gray Bear in the Middle 
I like this image of Ceridwen not only as the Muse, but as one who demands that the Muse’s inspiration is properly shaped into crafted speech.
Not always a comfortable experience, but at times it is necessary.