covered in glorious glitter smelling strongly of PVA glue
sticking to my cheek very
& covered in blueorange yellowred feathers
a bubble recently blown
perched upon my nose
tiny bubbles travel amongst my curls
as through a bigger bubble brightly
nestling neatly over my right eye
I observe my tiny daughter
purse her lips & kiss
more bubbles into being.
I force my lips (still frozen in sleep)
to some how speak:
(even my syntax and sentence structuring is shot)
She smiles sweetly: “I’m ...pretty-ing you! ”
I first read this on an open stage with a gig that had little spark. I didn't think it went down well and was talking of dropping it but a woman with many kids told me that I couldn't. It rang true for her and all her girls so I kept it in the set. It is now a firm favourite and one of my favourite poems to perform. I never tire of it and just love doing it.