Dip, and drizzle from within

I sit under low lamp light with quill resting in my hand just right, simply a beautiful sight
Dip, the tip dripping with emotions in the most elegant calligraphy

The feather flirts with the paper in tickles as it writes

Dip the pen into the ink pot, as my thoughts are escaping from within, fleeing to papers spot

The quill makes the heart quiver, as the writer in me comes to life at its sight. Drizzling words the final draft

Leaking my soul for all to uphold the feather take flight upon the paper that is my heart. Art!

Dribbling to no end, hand cramps. Just one more trickle, and its final splash. Declaring “The End”

Feather light put back in it spot, as the lamp is turned off. Writer’s delight to have waltzed delicately in cursive perfectly 

Until we me again, me and that gorgeous feather quill pen

Word Prompt: Quill