Fay Slimm.

Bubble Magic.


Bubble-Magic.

Swirling in oily rainbowing movement
the bubble traps time,
wraps beauty around eternity and vibrates
in worlds of pure fluidity.

Excelling in soapy space jailed restraint
orb creates and encases
its outer in fragile globular skin layered
in tiny gossamer jewelry.

Look at its see-through glassy sphere
and matchless potential
caught in a universe of wondrous hues
of shining whirl entombed inside.

Then in bursting lets fall what was first
indescribable but now
disappeared bubble-magic still appeals 
to the mind of an inner-child.