“a spatter of ink”

Written for:  The Twiglets #306 - a spatter of ink

Mom wrote her checks
with a fountain pen
gifted to her.  I was
fascinated by how 
the pen wrote.  
Sometimes I witnessed
a spatter of ink,
a muttered curse.

I recall looking
at many ink blots–
all shapeless spatters
to me.

looking ink-spattered–
small blemishes in autumn
trampled, rained-on leaves

           He painted in India ink
       flowing lines, he dared not blink.
            Left painting to dry
            but things went awry.
   Cat jumped up and splat–blots of ink, cat in sink.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to “a spatter of ink”

  1. Debi says:

    Cat is lucky to only be in sink


  2. SelmaMartin says:

    Funny what happened at the end with the cat. Now cat will be licking paws without end even after a good wash. Thanks for sharing.


  3. Misky says:

    Love the limerick. I learned cursive writing using a fountain pen. It was a tricky implement.


  4. Jules says:

    I used to enjoy fountain pens. Even those nibs you had to dip! I have one special pen that is all glass from Italy – but the glass nib doesn’t hold that much ink. 🙂

    When one has kitties… one has to be prepared for their curious natures 😀


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