‘It looks like a spider crawled through ink and then onto your page, Paul.’ I do believe this was not offered as a positive critique of my already burgeoning artistic temperament and technique by my class teacher Mrs Kendrick, but is it how I received it. I thought this was so Cool. My words look like spider footprints!
From that day forward writing became a magical thing. It could transform the page and my mind all in one go. Scribbling became synonymous with freedom. So i scribbled. Poems and thoughts and journaling my way through life. Of course I read other scribbles too but theirs were always printed. Not the same.
pencil to paper
i honour the tree spirit
spring circles winter
Kim asks us to write a Handwriting Haibun for the dVerse prompt. This is my submission. Why not pop by and check out the wonderful group of poets and perhaps pen a poem of your own.