The Writing Mishap

It was all over as the ink spilled on the paper.

The blot from hell destroyed my words.

It put a huge kink into my program.

Not even the sink could bring back the goods.

That writing of mine was a 5-star piece.

That was until the jar tumbled on the bar.

It created such a mess, a teachable moment.

I wanted to fling my kipper up to the big dipper.

Instead, I threw my comfy old flannel slipper.

Now, I have to start my page all over again…

There are no turning pages, no rescue to be found.

They are all blotted up, saturated with black.

A new journal to christen with the pen strokes times ten.

I really had no desire to write it all over again.

© E.M. Kingston

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