Eternal Flame


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The night the house of love burnt
down. The night the eminent shrink
informed us: Sometimes, a cigar is
just a cigar, but his erection more than
obvious, the Bluestockings in hushed
awe, some of them quietly reaching for
their tissues. “What do women want?”
the world-renowned psycho-analyst asks
as he fumbles for his matches on the dais,
an elderly matron first crossing and then
uncrossing her legs. A poem in which alarm
bells are going off all over town, firemen
throwing their trousers on, fire engines
entering the first of the long dark tunnels.

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: