nymph waters

Poem #203 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


as he watched
from the bank
a fish flew past
rainbow trout
by its markings

a bird swam by
it was heading
somewhere
wings wide
riding the current

in the reeds
unseen
a frog
ba-bonked the beat
and was answered
with a clear call

I am coming

but
although he heard
a nearby splash
he didn’t see
a thing
for he woke
stiff and cold
and uncovered


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #204: carnevale

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2 thoughts on “nymph waters

  1. That bird swimming by….here in Florida we are living by a small lake/large pond and there are anhinga ( cormorants?) that dive into the water and swim underwater. Then they come up and on land open their wings to dry off. Maybe the dreamer had a vision of an anhinga.

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