Day Nineteen: 19th April 2014

The Ink shimmers in the well,
Words jostle with excitement and eagerness,
Pressing to break through the surface tension
And leap unbidden onto the page.
The Nib pauses over the
Exuberant liquid,
Anxious, intrepid, wondering
If it can tame the wayward molecules
And bend their purpose to its will.
The Nib has an idea, a notion
That must be heard.
A word
That has recently joined with another word
And is threatening to make a sentence.
Trembling, it dips low and
With a gulp, plunges into the
Dark waters.
Inky consonants cling like
Barnacles to its tarnished surface.
The Nib wrenches free once more,
Tapping against the side of the well,
Shaking off the less determined droplet.

Have you heard the scratch of a dip pen
As the nib scrawls across the paper?

That is the scratch and screech of
Determination.
Valiant Nib,
Fighting the forces of the Ink.
Lone Nib voice
Against the dark masses.
Hear the Ink protest and moan,
See the Nib press on,
Writing valiantly with its
Steely heart.
Victorious scribe.
Staunching the flow with a
Triumphant
Full stop.