Day 282: Bubbles

 

Well today is the last day of #NaPoWriMo, the National Poetry Writing Month and I'm glad to say I have 30 poems under my belt and loved every minute of it. Or, another way to put it - I've been surrounded by glorious bubbles all month, like Don Paterson says -

Poem - Don Paterson 

I want neither glory

nor that, in the memory

of men, my songs survive;

but still... those subtle worlds,

those weightless mother-of-pearl

soap-bubbles of mine... I just love

the way they set off, all tarted up

in sunburst and scarlet, hover

low in the blue sky, quiver,

then suddenly pop