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 brain full of imagination,
A well of unpenned thoughts,
Trickling out onto the pages,
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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