Ink and poetry: Les Encres de Monsieur Herbin

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Herbin display

Karen posted this on Rhodia Drive last week, and I thought our readers might enjoy it, too — a poem by author Tree Riesener about J. Herbin ink.

As always, we love seeing the artwork that our little community produces, and poems are no exception. So writers… keep it coming, no matter what inspires you!

Les Encres de Monsieur Herbin

Encre Authentique, Lawyers’ Ink, for orders of execution, though paper crumbles, glowing in the night for three hundred years, enduring black legalese, these letters.

Grise Nuage, grey clouds of 1943 for Irene Sendlerowa, savior of children from the Warsaw Ghetto, for her heart broken, but never broken, of little ease, these letters.

Bouquet d’Antan, please please don’t leave, words in sorrowful faded rose, desolation unremembered, only watching the rain, writing, sorrow without surcease, these letters.

Cafe des Iles, never say you love me, and if we meet, I’ll pretend I’ve forgotten your face. Faded brown written on leaves, let them blow away in the breeze, these letters.

Violette Pensee, I will bury your bottle in fragrant petals, write by the light of candles on turtles’ backs, pen delicate lyrics of love and loss, plus an occasional tease, these letters.

Eclat de Saphir, flashing blue scooped from the sun-glinted ocean, sign room service for two, Etouffee d’ecrevisses, Pinot Grigio, Mousse au chocolat, caprice, these letters.

Lierre Sauvage, shadowed green, forest tree, flow as I copy out Akhmatova, The glass doorbell rings, don’t touch me, thoughts Stalin’s shadows could not seize, these letters.

For more information about Tree Riesener, visit her blog or her website.

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