Ink and Words

My poems.

Pen and paper, ink and words,
drips of wax and candlelight.
A hunched up figure at a desk
writing through the night.

A brainful of imagination,
a well of unpenned thoughts,
trickling slowly to the page
in letters, words, inkblots.

Scratching, scrawling, scribbling
fills that small scriptorium.
Curls, serifs, and cursive swirls
spin words for tales to come.

The End

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