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A December Poem

Common Salt by Chris Kinsey

Tenth Christmas I dismissed Santa
and was thrilled – a chemistry set
and microscope matched my wishes.

Casting iron filings and magnet aside
I purpled colourless days with gallons
of potassium permanganate

hoarded the small tube
of heavenly blue copper sulphate
helplessly watching it fade to dull white.

I tilted the microscope mirror furiously
failing to find focus –
suddenly light startled the lens

salt grains clicked into cubes
sharp prisms flaring white light
into rainbows.

Licking spill from my palm
I tasted tears.

– from her new collection From Rowan Ridge – click here for more details about the book and how to buy it for Christmas or for yourself


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