in the cupboard beside the sink

Poem #3 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

oh oh
but when I was a child
just a little fellow

it was there

in the cupboard
beside the sink
within the kitchen
of that first house
my family ever owned

it was there
they kept
the flour bags

a nest
of sorts
for the very small creature
that was me

hiding place
where I could whisper
live imaginings

where I could listen
to everything
from safety

where the rays
that angled in
angled in
were enough
to light my world

how did that happen

it was such a …

it was so very small

but I remember
a whole world

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #4: power over the rod


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