So Fine-Spun Poem by Ernestine Northover
So Fine-Spun
I watched a bubble float into the air,
Shining its translucent colours so fine-spun.
Then others followed along its thoroughfare,
Rising up into the heavens, one by one.
So dainty in their form, the winds dictate
Their every move, as climbing high they swirl.
Where are they to go, when will they disintegrate?
These globes of rainbow hues, all lined with pearl.
Wonderful creations each one like a silken sphere,
Formed by an Angel’s sweet and tender dreams,
Their delicate forms are glimpsed as organza sheer,
These orbs of gossamer, gliding on bright sunbeams.
Ahhhhh, young lass...Good to see you on line, and quilling fine imagework that can be confused as being palpable! Very Nice work, Poetess E.! I MISS YOUR DAILY APPEARANCES... FjR
You saw something beautiful from your window on the world. Thank you for sharing it with your readers. Warmest regards, Sandra
What a marvelous happy, light poem for a beautiful summer day..What you've done with the beauty of a bubble here is extaordinary...Your descriptions are captivating..A lovely poem....thanks for sharing it..........marci, xo
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4/25/2024 9:36:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This took me right back to my childhood Ernestine, I was also fascinated by the liquid bubbles I blew. A truly beautiful depiction. Love, Andrew xx