After your piece is completed, you thank Tess and comment on her piece, you get linked to all the other pieces via Mr. Linky, and comment on the others. A fun time for all.
So, without further ado, here is the photo and my poem:
she began with an old fashioned pen.
was a tube of ink,
as black and glinting as her eyes.
the audibleness of it,
the scratching sound
of pen on paper,
she wadded the paper
and dropped it in disgust.
she hurled the pen.
it hit the wall, a splatter of writers' blood
sprayed and splayed in protest.
she then turned to a pencil.
its point broke as soon as she touched it
dropping into onto the floor,
she ground it into pulp with the heel of her boot.
turning to the contraption,
electrified and eager,
"third time better be a charm,"
as she caressed the keys...