Ink Well

A poet was trying to think
When her cat tipped over the ink
As she tried to blot
Each puddle and dot
She discovered the missing link
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Gorelick Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 12:02 PM
Ink, ink, a bottle of ink, the cork fell out, and you stink! A grammar school rhyme going back at least to the 1920's. My mother used ink well, back in grade school. Boys used to dip the girls' pigtails into their bottles of ink, a common classroom prank. Good one Rico
George Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 9:52 PM
This is beautiful and cute, Rico. Missing links are found when a poet tries 'to blot each puddle and dot'. Ink wells have become an antique item, but I love it....!
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:47 AM
Mahalo, Valsa! Answers are not always found on the web! Aloha!
Marcum Wong Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 4:52 PM
I love this Rico….another Fave for me. I can just visualize a cat doing this. So cute. Btw I have a pen that uses an ink well. I don’t use a quill however, I am not quite that old. Lol Blessings xxoo
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:46 AM
I still use a fountain pen with an accountant's point, but must be careful as they don't make them anymore! Aloha!
Cunningham Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 3:19 PM
To think soup poets used inkwells and a quill writing away with a candle flickering, how we've come on. Was that missing link the subhuman Putin lol. Tom
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:45 AM
More likely Rorschach! Aloha!
Lawrence Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 3:17 PM
Great one Rico ! I love the clarity that came after the ink spilled ! Remember quills ? So much fun ! Hugs my friend, Susan :)
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:44 AM
You must be the only Souper who played Klecksography, as it seems everyone else can only see images in clouds, not ink blots! Aloha!
Hankins Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 12:26 PM
Clever, Rico! Lucky her! I know about ink wells and pens. We had to learn to write with what was called a "scratch pen" when I was in the third or fourth grade, I believe. I haven't seen one of those in years.
Hankins Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 12:38 PM
Frankly, I never mastered them! I hated it. Later, when I was teaching cursive to second and third graders I developed a modicum of understanding. But, with my students I was patient. My teacher was not!
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:43 AM
Only a schoolteacher would believe hands that roped and branded cattle, dug fencepost holes, etc., could draw row upon row of neat circles with the ink evenly distributed! What a trial that was! Aloha!
Jones Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 11:45 AM
Cute!
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:47 AM
Mahalo, Karen!
Bauer Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 11:14 AM
Such a sweet poem, Rico! Does anyone use ink anymore? I’ll stick with a pencil…
Gorelick Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 11:56 AM
In the old frontier one dollar bought a deer skin, also called a buckskin, thus one dollar for a buck, (deerskin), dollars began to be referred to as bucks!
Hankins Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 12:28 PM
Rico, believe me, I was dumbfounded, too.
Leffanta Avatar
June 15, 2022 at 11:22 AM
This week, I learnt that Milton's Jeopardy contestants have no idea how much American money is "two-bits", and that Soupers have no idea "bucks" refers to Native American males, so I am not surprised only Antique Roadshow viewers know what an ink well is! Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilene! Aloha!
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