Polly

Writings and Witterings

Bubbles

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In grandma’s kitchen
a fragrant green slab;
a white lathered infant
walks
atop wooden slats.
The clean green scent rises
from the Belfast sink,
a block of soapy
foam pops to form rings
on a white
soggy
bottom.

Polly Stretton © 2015

Fairy soap 2

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13 thoughts on “Bubbles

  1. This is the one you were telling me about on the way to Ludlow the other week – good to see the finished result. I can “see” the soap and the big old sink!

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    • heh-heh…yes, you’re right…it is that very poem 🙂 Glad you can see the soap and sink – it’s the smell that I find the most evocative, or perhaps it’s the bubble rings…hmmmm

      Everyone’s about to be subjected to a poem every couple of days until I catch up with myself after enforced time away. Soooo good to be back online 🙂

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  2. It’s the scent of Pears soap for me….aaah, nostalgia!

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  3. Ha. This one hurts my hips. k.

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  4. A whiff of nostalgia here for me Polly. Love it, very evocative x

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  5. Polly this is so charming!

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  6. I remember the bright green fairy! I have also had a bath or two in a belfast sink – not recently though!! Brilliant nostalgic poem 🙂

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  7. I do not think that brand was frequent in my life.. but nostalgia always works for me.

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    • There will be something that reminds you of times gone by––we all have something––good to see you like a bit of nostalgia 😉

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