
Smoke before f1re
Smoke meanders, unlike flame.
Tentative tempting gestures of convection,
Tease rather than lick the substrata for consumption.
The matt carbon colour aperture,
Of the containment cubes visor.
A danger vessel jarring.
I daily glimpse the phenomena, transfixed.
It’s allure.
Forever skirting the alarm of the monoxide filter,
Whose scream.
Significant of a tip into poison.
An otherworldliness alerted.
As a child covets candy.
I lust after ignitions precognition
Smokes autonomous, ethereal entity,
A predilection of temperature.
Its listing, rhizome of intent speeding up.
Traces increase like gray litmus.
A mist, mystery, filing upwards awkwardly,
prior to billowing,
Form and density evolve.
The apparitions appearance,
A momentarily hooked Barb.
As the Amber of incendiary desire, lofts the ghostly plume.
Into motion more determined,
Despair to glimpse it’s insight.
Intensity evaporates as the chemicals, reacting begin consumption.
As the screeching siren indicates.
The door needs shutting.
Until the morning after then,
We’ll reconvene. A playlist dated.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath




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