Penmanship

Penmanship was always my favorite class.  There was a fountain pen and a bottle of Skrip ink, usually black.  The ink bottle had a little curved shelf on its inside where the ink could gather.  Put the nib of the fountain pen in and suck the ink with a lever on the side of the pen.  All this while sitting at a wood desk placed in rows by Mrs. Manocchio, my fifth grade teacher.

 

Trying to keep the ink between the lines of the paper, I made continuous circles round and round practicing to hold the pen in comfort, to get use to the flow of the nib.  Prepare the hand to loop and turn and form letters, then words, a complete sentence and the ultimate paragraph.  I was learning cursive writing with just the right slant and height of the i, dotted in just the right place between the lines, forming the perfect penmanship.

 

recall school days

labored for words on paper

ink dot on the snow
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dVerse prompt on handwriting which is becoming a lost art

 

 

 

Penmanship

Reunion

Remember

Going down the hallway

A class perhaps we shared

Or sitting in the lunchroom

Unbridled for just awhile

As the hallway clock ticked out

Its steady rhythm of time

Moving forward

We scattered at the sound of the bell

And went our ways
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quadrille Monday at dVerse written on a Tuesday and reunions can be somewhat spicey

Reunion