modern times

Poem #21 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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sceptic
and cynic

he sets a monument
an altar
of sorts

inside it
he places his soul

he turns
to all the quarters
and summons
the demons

aži dahāka

beel-zebub

div-e sepid

freud

but they don’t do much
root around with fire
jab ineffectually
with lances
thoughts
and foul intentions

they don’t come close

he turned to mythology
and summoned

magi

djinn

shamen

and witches

jung

offensive cackling
putrid exhalations
hopeful incantations

they danced
built magic fires
analysed

but none
none
could find the strength
the potency or power
to move
that poet’s soul

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© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #22: a literary image

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