You are mostly white
with orange at your cone’s base
You are mostly still and,
by spells that are arcane and new,
my muscles relax
when you work
You are candle flame
You are fuelled by microcrystalline wax
and oxygen in the air
Stay with me flame
While I recall Bunsen burner flames from schooldays
Their fire was blue
Here is a new poem that is featured on Poetry Worth Hearing episode 21. Thanks Kathleen! https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kathleen-mcphilemy/episodes/Poetry-Worth-Hearing-Episode-21-e2g692v Ins
Alarms sound. No harms found. Diatoms do their work. Switching gas. A flip flop. A process. New access. Alarms sound. No harms found. We breathe now. To bodies goes fresh blood. Let’s clap for CO2 to