power over the rod

Poem #4 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


at the forge
it is the turn
of heat

as hot as he can bear
but
bear he will

this is his place
and he wishes it
to scorch and to scald
and run
sweat
like a river

from the height
of his scalp
down the length of his chest
down his arms
to drip
and to sizzle
on the forge room floor

it is he
who stokes and builds
the red glare
beyond all capacity
all tolerance

then and there
right at the peak of all
the metal rod
a-glow
almost bending
of its own accord
of its own pliancy
almost
like red-gold butter

he exalts
when he raises it
from the coals
to curl the air
and give flavor
smoke
that he breathes

before he shapes
with a mighty pounding
of the hammer
down


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #5: buttercup meadow

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4 thoughts on “power over the rod

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