Strange Thoughts in a Bubble Bath

Mag 28
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Strange thoughts are born in a warm bath
Especially a warm bubble bath

I have never tried to play with
A found poem
That is
Until this afternoon
A chilly, rainy afternoon when
I found a marvellous Mastercard adverisement
A double page spread in a broadsheet

Easily I saw how the dust
From a stellar explosion
Conglomerating to form earth
Could be the first footstep in
A chain reaction

Gondwanaland separates
(Like my toes rising in the bubbly foam)
An Ice Age
Boulders on mountains
Tectonic plate movements
Earthquake upheavals
Boulders thrown

Earths thaw
Washed and weathered
(Like warm water
Gushing from my bath tap
Wearing down the grime of my tensions)
The boulder became a stone
Tossed and churned
Till it fell
Just a pebble
A beautiful
Small
Smooth pebble
On the beach
(Like the polished beauty of my nails)

The Mastercard advertisement claimed
The pebble was found
A moment shared
A connection through time

I hope this connection will be mine
Someday

Strange thoughts are born in a warm bath
Especially a warm bubble bath
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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