an aspiration beyond ochre in a cave

Poem #169 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he sat outside the light made by the fire cast his eyes into the shadows of the night there the shape of trees in black a hint of green and over there … Continue reading an aspiration beyond ochre in a cave

oneiric elements #3

Poem #168 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction a tear falls as he closes an eye when he looks into the teardrop he sees blue rolling unbroken a song arises in form a gull’s call and that bird cries out … Continue reading oneiric elements #3

the miner reflects on his mountain deep

Poem #167 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction it’s a long way down when you know that there’s a half a mile of dirt and rock above you and the space you’ve carved for yourself to move is only two … Continue reading the miner reflects on his mountain deep

among the wild

down I go where the pumpkins skulk and tomatoes are growing wild down amongst the cantaloupes unruled vietnames mint rubs shoulders with the dill aubergine … oh dear oh dear in among the clumping welsh I could hide myself concealed but basil beetroot your season’s nearly done I thank you and old red cabbage … … Continue reading among the wild

into lion

Poem #166 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction what is my metamorphosis but urgency and energy frenetic desperation that means nothing can stay the same nothing be left unchanged or perhaps it’s just my vision the way I see is … Continue reading into lion