last consumed
the last
remained
both covering and revealing
the modest mound
of ash
gradually being eaten awayfrag
by its own small dance
of flames
almost
as a final act
as
a conclusion
to combustion
a black feather
rose
in the near elegance
of a plume of blue smoke
released
by the band
of the hat
to fly
~
Poem #488 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
An enjoyable and quirky piece, Frank. I was imagining all sorts of things until I got to the final verse and I would never have guessed that.
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Thanks Steve. I actually wrote a few pieces in a bit of a fiery gothic vein a little while back. Can’t recall why I left this piece out when I posted them, unless it was one too many featuring feathers.
I quite enjoyed the noir of that little set.
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Me too.
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