Bubbles
silky exterior
glossy brackets
encasing pockets of air
the sky's breath
wet rainbow surrounded
bubbles like balloons
floating on breezes
plumping atmospheres
with promise possibility
popping like kisses
in summer's sigh searing
reflections on language, culture, media and Buffy, sigh
silky exterior
You're late!
A small one chirps as Granddeaf ambles towards them carefully balancing books, handouts, marking, forgotten pencil cases, a confiscated plastic hand and a mug of cold coffee.
Jack Spry angles an elbow at Bilbo’s ribs as the stampede lurches through the door.
A teacher is never late Mr Baggins, nor is he early, but arrives precisely when he means to.
It was him!
each pointing at the other with identical grins and wide-eyed innocence
Be quiet!
Granddeaf roars his wizard's finger pointing at Merry and Pippin whose grotty toes are poking through socks, their feet propped on the desk. Granddeaf chants a spell, something like
Magically, their toes slip from the table into mud-splattered shoes. Granddeaf’s hobbits transform into hard working conscientious, clean and clever elfins. They are now wide awake, not yawning, taking notes in full sentences on the carefully ruled pages of the books they've remembered to bring. Smiling happily, Granddeaf can’t help exclaiming