This is my entry for the lovely Josie’s Writing Workshop over at Sleep is for the Weak.
From this week’s prompts I went with “I want you to DO something that reminds you of being a child “. Here is my poem for that prompt.
The Bubble
I stare up at the sky,
At the clouds rolling by,
Nothing between me and them.
I take a little stick out,
I blow and blow,
The bubble begins to grow.
Bigger and bigger,
Rounder and rounder,
Blowing in the breeze.
I stop,
You hang onto the stick,
As if your life depends on it.
The wind catches you,
I watch,
You make your way towards the clouds.
Slowly,
Twisting and turning,
Soaring higher and higher.
I stare up at the sky,
At the clouds rolling by,
Nothing between me and them.
Hope you enjoyed my poem, why not check out the rest of the entries over at Sleep is for the weak.
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