Frothy Fun
Today we are going to do an experiment;
Let us put washing powder in vinegar!
My son said.
That's when
I felt the ink
Bubbling over;
Like washing
Powder in vinegar;
In my mind.
A frothy fun;
A chemical reaction
That worked!
So the ink exploded
In my brain!
Boom!
I had to write and write;
Weave tales in
Silky paper with violet streams
Of ink
Flowing central
In my brain!
With crimson
And Azure
And green
I weaved stories of
Cerulean skies
Meadows of crayon flowers!
With rainbow ink
I weaved tales of winging birds,
Flightless birds, birds of prey,
Birds of paradises,
Birds of hell.
With rainbow ink
I weaved tales of allegories, metaphors
And matadors.
Frothy fun kept being fruity
And sad at times
For I felt the pain of
My queens and peasant girls.
Yasemin Balandi
Dedicated to my son.
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