Joe Hughes Poems
I am a fresh blown bubble,
Just born with lots of care.
I'm undecided if I'll burst
Or fly into the air.
I'm yellow, blue, some red and green
Six inches is my size.
I hover round the patio
But the sky is still my prize.
I've almost hit a garden chair,
I've just skimmed past a fence.
I've cleared some hedges and a shed,
I wobble as I dance.
And now I'm soaring, Oh! so high,
I never will come down.
I've cleared the eaves of houses
And I'm heading into town!
Goodbye young child way down below,
The world now lies in ...
(To Peter Hughes R.I.P)
You lie peacefully now
Released from your festooning medical tubes
As weblike wires watched your every move,
Communicating your precarious dance with life
To the all-seeing monitors overhead.
Pallored then, your bearded bristles bloomed
On listless skin.