Poem #13 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

dulled in heart

he searched



a drawer
a bench top
beneath loose papers

a slow ordeal
ill directed
and half


abandoned mid-task

but his hands
on the small box
with flint-lined sides
and one remaining
small stick

his hand shook
a little
as he made the commitment
and struck

sulphur to flint
sizzle to flare

at the spread of the glow
the stability
of the flame
he too steadied

applied the burning stick
to his candle stub
already almost devoured

last match
last wax and burn
for now
gazing into the steady
of the flame
he was renewed

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #14: prelude to a small idea

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