Hubble Bubble Double Trouble

Bubbles by Phil Burns

AnElephantCant help but love bubbles
And not just those that come in champagne
But those cool little guys
Who float up to the skies
With all the colours of the bow after rain

They bring delight to Elephants and kiddies
You just dunk the thingy in the tube
Then the teeniest puff
Is usually enough
To create magic out of the wee hoop

And then they set off on their travels
Who knows where the adventure might stop
Will they bob along for miles
Create ten thousand smiles
Or go six inches and then suddenly pop

Bubbles in Avignon

AnElephant is amazed as he sits in the main square
On a beautiful evening in Avignon
A chap doing tricks
With a string on two sticks
Is making bubbles at least two metres broad and long

Somehow they inspire us with wonder
Is it because they seem to be so ephemeral
Like a fast butterfly
They live wide and then die
They make AnElephant believe even he is redeemable

They have a fragility that tugs at our heart strings
A simplicity and a pure iridescence
These star-seeking spheres
Like AnElephant’s tears
Touch a child’s imagination like a rose petal’s blessing