Maryland Renaissance FestivalYou like this word

It dribbles from your lips,

A mantra for fun

To discover.

Plastic possibilities drip

From fingertips

And a wand

Draws our breath.

A captured sheen,

Of tempting fragility

Teases the breeze

And your eyes.

Then all at once

A tumbling launch,

Rainbows ripple skywards

In a spherical dance.

Fuelled by delight

You rumble the garden

To catch the impossible.


Now just a memory,

Innocent wonder

Beams back from a bubble

Then it’s gone.


© Emma Cooke 2013

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