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Hematoxylin and Eosin

The natural black stain derived from the heart of the logwood tree and its sister.

By Mr. SandmanPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Hematoxylin is purple.

The first stain I learned.

Like a spilled wine; deep and sorrowful.

Sinking permanently across the glass slide.

Undulating and reaching for cellular acid.

Caressing the very blueprint of humanity.

Holding tightly, mysteries emerge.

Herringbone. Barrel of fish. Starry sky.

A moment upon a serendipitous find of ionic charge.

Then, a gentle wash removes unbound memories

Eosin is pink.

The second stain I learned.

She floods the remaining structures with hunger; pinching and grasping.

Her fervor differs with her appetite for basic structures.

Scars are pale and ghostly, shadows of remaining architecture.

Recent cellular death, however, is as brilliant as can be.

She is delighted by the spilled remains of proteins and cytoplasm.

Hematoxylin and Eosin. Purple and Pink.

A slow step, and a fast twirl.

Then, our revelations emerge.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Mr. Sandman

A physician scientist and their rambles.

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