B-u-b-b-l-e-s (On Cue)

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Love, passion...they come in all shapes and forms as do those of us who have them, often  kept in some quiet (even secret) corner of the heart, sometimes jealously guarded, sometimes waiting (even longing) to be shared with the right person.

Who doesn't love blowing bubbles? Whoever, wherever we are in the world, whatever our socio-cultural-religious or, yes, sexual persuasion, it is an opportunity to indulge ourselves in  just being human, neither as others or even ourselves might have us otherwise; nor is it ever too late to give it a go ...  

"Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds." - Carl Sandburg, Bubbles, in “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

"Miracles happen every day. They bubble up from their hidden source, surround us with opportunities and disappear." - Deepak Chopra

This poem is a kenning.

B-U-B-B-L-E-S (ON CUE)

I creep up on cold feet

(love to blow bubbles in a cynic’s face)

lead them a lively dance

away from querulous urban sprawl,

where open spaces beckon,

prose fields beside satire’s streams

where songbirds give the lie

to dashed hopes, impossible dreams,

cruel whispers in the ear

Oh, how I love to play games

(preferring pretty bubbles to drab tears)

especially hide-and-seek

among trees looking on with a grin

where open spaces beckon;

though telegraph poles might trespass,

along with mobile phone masts

and utility pipelines crowding our space,

we’ll not let them get to us

I play tricks on cold feet

(bubbles like eyes winking mischievously)

lead them a lively dance

away from heads-you-win-tails-I-lose

looking glass wars

in dusty rooms, opening up windows

to let back in the heady smells

of honeysuckle and freshly mown grass,

Earth Mother in on the game

Call me Passion, whose cue the lyre of Eros

arousing its life forces for better, for worse

Copyright R. N. Taber 2009; rev. 2020

[Note: This poem also appears on my gay-interest poetry blog today.]