The Inkwell

Close encounters of the slurred kind

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The fluted cocktail glass

took a fateful tumble on the bar floor

after third refill of that cocktail

everyone told her not to have

The luminosity of the puddle

led to some strange things “Blowing her mind”

her mates watched on

as she performed the fandango with a streetlight called Bill

Her pals got her home eventually

navigating her stillettos

over craftily curved cobbles

and limestone slabs

Sobering up, made her ponder

how her silver coins had changed

into salty cashew nuts

propped up by the garden gate

singing along to the cats chorus

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  1. Peter's pondering Avatar
    Peter’s pondering

    Stay away from whatever she is drinking!

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    1. inkdropk Avatar
      inkdropk

      Just another night on a weekend in any Major city, Peter. I had fun writing this one.

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      1. Peter's pondering Avatar
        Peter’s pondering

        I steer clear of nights like that Brian!

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  2. pavinganopinion Avatar
    pavinganopinion

    Trippy ride, that one!

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.