The Lamy fountain pen
Found again
And re-loaded
With Berlin Blue ink
Blue being my colour
Of love
In all of its beautiful shades
Sky through turquoise
Navy onto royal
Teal to azure
Smoke rings
To oceans kisses
Sips of gin
To immerse all
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Ha ha
While looking
For something else
(Of which I already have a poem)
I found the first pen
With its transparent barrel
With such a surprise gift
I think back
To the highlights of 2023
One of which was the Barn Retreat
And so I booked again
But this time in the main house
On the Summer Creativity Retreat
C’est la vie
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I have more notebooks
Of a similar style
Presumably purchased
From the same vendor
I also have a memory
Of a clear, see-through Lamy pen
Bought for the first collection
I have quite a good number
Of pens and pencils
That is to say very many
Yet, yes always a yet
Yet I know not of where
That first pen resides
It is, so it seems, a mystery
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I have been reading
Love begins in winter
By Simon van Body
In the end notes
He tells how to find a story
In which he says
First you have to visit a new place
Stay in a new hotel
Discover your new surroundings
Meanwhile I listen
To Bill Nighy
Standing in for Iggy Pop
If you think this is
Indulgence might I add
That I had prawns and chocolate
Which did not
Set off
My glucose alarm
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I had a choice
I chose to change
We all have our own voice
We do not have to stay the same
And now perhaps
It’s time to rearrange again
To release the ties and straps
To wash away the imperfect stain
Although I know it’s also true
However I do remain the same
I carry my obsessions with the blue
I write the words to say your name