Rob Harle Pen and Phone #18

Rob Harle #18 Pen and Phone

Poetry drafts written in longhand

exquisite blue ink flows freely,

effortlessly from my fountain pen,

a gift some forty five years ago.

A friend’s mobile phone already doomed

the battery sealed in,

like a body in a sarcophagus.

Trash the phone when battery dies!

Whoops – “recycle thoughtfully!”

the shameful dying battery,

two years perhaps?

Whoops – perhaps “design more thoughtfully?”