Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Tuesday poem #248 : Conor Mc Donnell : silent science

At midnight in winter
leave a bottle of ether
wrapped in cheese-cloth
to sit on the sill

Add salt
it will dream of an ocean

Add dirt
it will cough and spill

Unsettle the silt
with wishbone fingers

wear gloves
it will dream of winter

fingers will chatter
like trappers treed

Bring fire
ripples will boil

steam snakes
slow as mercury

the ether
stretches to retain

a memory
of every
vessel it shapes

Conor Mc Donnell lives and works in Toronto. His first chapbook, The Book of Retaliations, was published in 2016 by Anstruther Press. His second chapbook, Safe Spaces, was published in November 2017 by Frog Hollow Press. Find out more at conormcdonnell.ca

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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