
They named you well: The Masterpiece –
The finest of your kind:
The ne plus ultra, best-in-class,
Ineffably refined.
All black and gold and platinum
And subtle ornament;
We must not call you ‘fountain pen’
But ‘writing instrument’.
And we have been together now
Through long and trying times
Of boring meetings taking notes
Or wrestling with rhymes.
Then suddenly you let me down:
No explanation why.
No fond farewell, no parting word;
Just left me high and dry.
And so we spent some time apart:
You went to distant lands
While I remained here all alone
No work for idle hands.
But lo, you are restored to me
All fixed – oh happy day!
Yet now the ink flows free again
What do I have to say?
My Mont Blanc Meisterstück is one of the very few true luxury objects I’ve ever been lucky enough to own. A gift from my parents on my now long-ago 40th birthday, it’s far more than ‘just a pen’ to me: it’s a talisman and token of my trade (as well as being lovely to write with, especially with Manganese Orange ink) so I was rather bereft when back in November, it inexplicably stopped working. Happily, through the good offices of the Bond Street store, it’s been back to the factory in Hamburg and is writing perfectly again. Now just need to have an idea worthy of it!
Now this has made me want to find my old writing instrument …ah but what box is it in? 🙂