When I was at junior school in South London, we had to progress from writing with a pencil to a fountain pen. I was extremely excited because we had to go and buy one from the stationer. There were two brands to choose from: Platignum or Osmiroid. We had to have one with an italic nib. The choice of colours was limited but my new pen was blue and silver, shiny and weighty in my hand. I couldn’t wait to use it. I didn’t realise how hard it could be!
heavy pen in hand
a fountain of spider words
squirming on the page
every sentence finishes
with an inky Rorschach blot
© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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My response to Carpe Diem #1080 fountain pen
Today Chèvrefeuille has challenged us with ‘fountain pen’, the English equivalent of the Dutch word ‘vulpen’, a kind of pen which requires ink cartridges or you have to squeeze the reservoir or lift a small lever to fill the pen with ink. He says that as he read the English words, he wondered why it was called a fountain pen but thought it sounded awesome: “this is a pen from which the inspiration flows like a fountain”.
Just to explain: the word ‘fountain’ comes from the possessive case (‘fontana’) of the Latin word ‘fons’: a source of water from a reservoir. It’s called a fountain pen because you don’t have to dip it in ink – it comes out of the nib as if there’s a fountain/source of ink in the pen.
Love this. I’m left handed so when we switched from pencils to ink everything got smudged…
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Didn’t you just hate it when the teacher made you sit on the wrong side of a right-hander! I’m right-handed but my friend, who was left-handed and was forced to write with her right hand until her mother complained, agreed with me that it would work better if we sat the other way around. The teacher punished us and made us sit the way she wanted. Then she had the cheek to complain about our writing!
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It was a bit rough back then all right…
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Love your story, tanka Kim. Lovely.
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Thank you!
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Your haibun and tanka remind me my first pains to write and the ink blots left on my copy books.
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🙂
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really enjoyed this! Great poem!
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Thank you!
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Magnificent!
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