The Inkwell

#WDYS

It was somewhat fortunate

that you were in the vicinity

of a nearby bird-bath

treacherously negotiating

uneven sandstone

underneath your feet

The glass was held

but the contents

flying headlong – towards the pub pond

leaping large fish

acknowledging your efforts

to drop the waters temperature

looking back –

no oasis of calm

on the rocking and rolling sandstone tile