Ink

I have a poem to write this week with a prompt of ink. 

Youngsters only seem to use the word ink in relation to tattoos these days but I still think of the blue and black stuff that ended up more on my school shirt than in my pen!

You can't (or, if you know me you probably can!) imagine my delight on my discovery of disposable fountain pen. There isn't quite the sense of delight as the words form on the page but there is delight knowing that your clothes aren't getting splattered! 

The writing paper is a recent discovery too. Just this lunchtime, calling to me from a charity shop window :)