Thursday, October 14, 2010

FaceBook Poetry Group prompt - from an inanimate object's perspective 10.14.10

Mont Blanc – ode to a fountain pen

You promised you would use me
When you spent all that money
Then smuggled me across the border
Packed deep in your luggage

You said, I was worth every penny
That you couldn’t wait to fill me up
And let my beauty spill across
The page and yet, you have yet

To lift me up or take me out at all
Do I scare you with my fineness
Am I more than you can handle
Were you broken by my name

Taken in by a brand and now resent
That I sit on your desk mocking you
With my disuse – take me out, let me
Loose – I promise – I will be brilliant

1 comment:

  1. and you will write beautiful poetry for your owner.

    Clever personification.