Ink blots

[Delta40]

I shake the quilt upwards
to land parachute style across the bed
The edges cover one side framed with
half-read books and crumpled pages.
My hand plumps the pillows
then wields the pen like a sword poised
to bring me to my own end.
A sleepy journal contains half written words
which veer sharply downwards
when my heavy hand loses touch with wakefulness,
Thoughts meld into unmeaning and bundle under
a scrunched up pillow.
Fluffy teddys with ink stained fur
find their niche between
imagination and sleep.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Although you may have been thinking of the journal


A sleepy journal contains half written words
which veers

it is "words" that govern the verb, being closer to it, so it ought to be "veer"

Apart from which what a terrific reproduction this is of an intimate moment from your day! I could practically read those "half written words"!

[Jerrybaldy]

Fluffy teddys with ink stained fur
find their niche between
imagination and sleep.

great way to end this Delta.

[Delta40]

lol. Thank you both.

[Hawkman]

Enjooyed this, Delta. H

[cogs]

the lightness of the linen is definitely echoed in the grace of this poem. i was hoping that the sword wouldn't produce a violent end. the ink stained teddy is a poem in itself.

[hillwalker]

A portrait of the artist as a bedtime scribbler. And also, as yet another peep into your deep psyche it serves perhaps as a Rorschach Ink Blot Test?

H