Hard to see the girl
behind the bubbles she’s blowing
brightly filling the air.
Her face is covered
in sparkling globes
that pour, more and more,
from her breath.
Look closely though
and you’ll see,
in the lifted arm
the straight head
the intensity of her stance,
how focused she is.
Nothing else exists
for her but the light she creates
over and over and over
floating away on the air
and being replaced.
I don’t need to see her face
to know her expression,
or to remember she’s me.
Submitted for Bluebell Books prompt, week 11.
This is nice!:)
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to blow bubbles but the only ones I have access to right now are liver-flavored for the dogs! Lovely. Like the ending.
ReplyDeletebeautiful story on her.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip, Rosemary. A haiku has a variety of other extended forms near enough to it but not quite. Still trying to remember them.
ReplyDeleteHank
Cute... I like how you've identified with the girl hiding behind the bubbles :-)
ReplyDeleteBlowing bubbles was one of my favourite occupations as a child! :)
ReplyDeleteEthereal, beautiful bubbles: I love your interpretation.
ReplyDeleteMe too :)
ReplyDeleteI can still become absorbed in such things, thank goodness for my children that allow me the time to indulge in these simple pleasures as an adult :)
Even the memory is pleasurable. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you both for the comments.