The faeries are blowing wee soap bubbles,
they're growing like flowers in the tall grass.
They are sending you an invitation
come along every young laddie and lass.
Come play with the bubbles and drink some tea.
Dine in your bubbles and blow one for me.Yesterday, children's poet Eileen Spinelli gave me a bottle of soap bubbles. She said it would help me to get in touch with my inner child. It was a bottle of magic. I took the bottle outside and blew bubbles. They settled in and on the long grass. The glistening orbs made me think they would be the perfect thing for a faerie tea party. Each one held a rainbow.
This poem has a really long line for me. It is a pentameter (5 foot) line.
Do you like blowing soap bubbles? Can you write a poem about that today? Or experiment with using your own pentameter line.
