ink (for fire)

he leaned across
the hearth

almost
near enough
to the small flame
and the red
and black
coals
to burn himself

beaker
in one hand

stopper
in the other

he
engaged
in the delicate art
of smoke

of trapping the smoke
within
his bottle

art
it was

art it is

for having trapped
the wavering substance
in sufficient quantity

and reeking now
from the fumes
and from
the fire

his task
is to undertake
distillation
of the dye …

out of the smoke …

into ink

it is his
intention
this day
to write

in black

all the characters
of fire

~

Poem #373 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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