three flames

Poem #50 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

yellow within the blue
a constant stream
until it spreads its tongue
to kiss the baffle

the small flames dance

the yellow is inside
the blue



a flame-ball billows



a balloon afloat
that holds its shape
until cooler air

then gone


it’s gone


the balloon of gas
and fire
is puffed


then it’s gone


the coals
are a-glow
with the heart
of red

they release
into the super-hot air
a tongue
of yellow

that flickers
as it rises

heated from the core
of fire

near white

near alive

hot coal hot coal
the glow
within the heart
of fire

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #51: dream catching

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