feeling blue
I turn to you
a vortex of aqua
bubbly inclusions
coloured in gold
light bounces through
leaves stained glass
shadows on my table
your smooth cold surface
cools my heated face
while I stare in your depths
leaving the world behind
floating in my mind
amongst your watery hues
playing catch with golden bubbles
...and giggling too
are water and glass ghosts are the same? is it for that that on the swamp island murano they make the most beautiful glass........??????
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Aha! Interesting thought. They are both liquids!
DeleteBeautiful little poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Olga. I'm glad you like it. It got me out of the doldrums anyway!
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