December 27, 2012 by Molten Art
By Shelby Dodd
Warm light pools on a clean pink shirt
dipped in sunny gold;
Autumn embraces youth like a mother’s hug,
soft and enveloping and gentle.
Her delicate golden hair swept back,
a single strand falls to her ear-
one misplaced line of poetry.
Fingers curl tight with their pale peach skin
grasping their instrument of choice-
plastic yellow bubble wand-
dipped once, twice, into its inky well.
She inhales; crisp air burns her nose,
lungs expand in a sharp wheeze.
Tender lips are pursed, a near kiss
as whispers of cool air whoosh through her teeth.
She closes her eyes and exhales- a wish cast away.
Suddenly the wand bursts to a spray of a thousand
chaotic particles, sparkles contained in a forest sky.
And then, a single bubble forms.
One with itself, tumbling through the air,
a rainbow pools on its surface.
While it floats away, she smiles in the sunlight
of the evening as the thin skin of the glossy bubble
flexes, reflecting her face.