Where there's a Quill

My pot of pens contains a splendid quill.
On standby, by my desk, it offers scope
For writing as and when and how I will.
And is the quill for real? The answer's: nope! -

A ballpoint pen with feather, dyed bright red.
I bought it in the bard's town, years ago:
A simple, childish whim, it must be said.
It may no longer work for all I know.

I keep it for its optimistic charm,
The inspiration that its form suggests.
It gathers dust but does no actual harm.
Among my pens and pencils, there it rests

Several inches taller than my ruler.
A keyboard and a quill - what could be cooler?

poem © Celia Warren 2012

This is the tidiest my desk area has been in many a year. Still a long way to go but it's better than it was.