A FRIDAY MORNING BUBBLE.

 

It was a Friday

When my bubble burst

Like when you were a kid

Blowing chewing gum bubbles

Thinking you were the first

An innovator.

A sticky bubble magician

Everyone watched with wonder

As the bubbles grew

Then chuckled secretly

When the expanding candy

Went bang

And stuck pinkly to your face

Disguising features,

Hiding embarrassment

Behind blushed organdie sugar

No laughter attached

To this Friday morning bubble though.

Only pain, confusion and memories

Threatening the future.

Then another bubble only I could see

Inflated from the debris.

I climbed inside

For the comfort it promised.

No childlike wonder here,

But no fear here either.

Foetal memory forced to the fore.

Reminded of a feeling experienced before.

When days were long, slow and easy.

Wet, warm, safe days

When cacophony was dumbed

When pain and confusion were numbed

By gestation

Bearing no relation

To this Friday morning bubble.

 

© By: - Pete Slater.   2013.   For Reggie.