drawn to warm

Poem #102 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


he drew a flame
on paper
endowed a graceful shape
mesmerizing
as it swayed
and swirled
and rose

and danced

he touched it
with the colour
gold
yellow red

tangerine

a lick of blue
embracing

he thought the fuel
to make it bright
he imagined
shadows

flicker

and he drew
his flame
alive

colored pens
placed to one side
reflections
rebounding all around him

he held his hands
towards his fire
rubbed them
to get warm


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #103: jasmine under sun

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