he smiled
showed teeth
as he performed
first
juggling
small batons
three
four
lit
and thrown
and caught
over and again
a fiery pinwheel
returned
by hand
to the air
returned
via parabola
to hand
then
the longer pole
lit
at both ends
dancing
leaping
he
and his flames
in accord
mesmerizing the night
with the fluidity
of their movements
the growl
of the flames
as they were whirled
finally
swallowing
the flame ball
into
his mouth
a fireball
puffed
blown
back into the air
again
again
and lastly
truly
lastly
he burned
~
Poem #416 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Going out in a blaze of glory!
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Consumed with his performance,Mick.
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