In the flickering light of candles
the quill glides over parchment
in long, graceful strokes
unleashing words of an elegance
long lost,
composing prose that emanates
the fragrance of centuries
long gone.
In the flickering light of candles
the quill glides over parchment
in long, graceful strokes
unleashing words of an elegance
long lost,
composing prose that emanates
the fragrance of centuries
long gone.
I require love, attention, food, exercise and naps. I am basically a puppy.
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October 14, 2016 at 11:39 pm
Very evocative!
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October 15, 2016 at 6:06 am
Thank you.
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October 15, 2016 at 2:25 pm
Writing in the time of quills must have been a true labor of love! How many of us would blog if we had to keep our quills sharpened and the nib soaked in just the “write” amount of ink? Nice piece!
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October 15, 2016 at 2:33 pm
Thank you.
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