Balloons and Bums

By the unfolding head

Mon, 15 Aug 2011
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6 comments
 

Big
round
soft
smooth
hot
air balloons
and
your sweet bum

I hold it in my hands
gentle
like cupping the velvet head
of a sunflower
nature's clean pillow
lying
amongst our sheets

Watching
the window cinema
Bristol's balloons
sail
over tiled rooftops
like
drips of watercolour
on
a grey napkin

A tame roar sounds
spark of flames
between clouds
a glint
of heat
between spooning bodies

Certificate PG
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
What a wonderful descriptive poem. Wanted to go to the baloon festival, but never quite made it. Don't know about the bums, but baloons, now they're grrrreat! Jenny.

 

Submitted by the unfolding head on
thanks Jenny, glad you enjoyed... always appreciate your comments! :)

ddf

Submitted by ScoZen on
Enjoyed. Looking at your photo site "Chimney Ballon" fits this scene well. Couldn't see a bum though.
ScoZen

Submitted by the unfolding head on
hey ScoZen - cool, thanks for having a nose around my site... yeah that shot does fit well. I took it at the fiesta a couple of years ago (I had to crop the bum out though ;p ) glad you enjoyed

ddf

Submitted by RachelPatricia on
I adore that first stanza, T.U.H! (that's you, by the way, abbreviated) ;) A wonderful, bouncy read - thank you! Rachel xx

Submitted by the unfolding head on
thanks P.P&D (a.k.a you) ;) I think the first lines are my fave n all... they just rolled out of my mouth as I lay there and I thought "mmmm pen, pad... wanna write this down.... but don't want to disturb the moment!" luckily i remembered after thanks for reading and enjoying! t u h

ddf