pivot

Poem #277 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


I am of
the ascending flame

the fire
rises
from
within me

when I skip away
so lithely
to the left
the flame skips
also
rightwards

yellow
sits above my blue
red
the glow
my heart
beneath

I am the pivot
for this fire

she matches me
my every move


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #278: a meal out of an octopus

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