Jubilee Floats #poetry

Jubilee floats trundle over the rumbling road
on past the village green
bunting flaps the telegraph poles,
slaps time to the rhythm of the children’s clapping
swallows dive and plough the sky,
while candyfloss clouds build and tumble:
I miss you, only miles away,
but feel your love surround me like a blanket,
weighted with magic, 
sparkling with cloth of gold.

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    1. Thank you Merril 😊

      Apologies if I’m late with my reading: I’ve been out with the kids this week, and now playing catch up 😅

  1. ah the jubilee glitz bringing glamour to poverty for such a brief interlude … you’ve captured it well and added the dimension of a love ode! Nice one Ingrid

      1. not that I’ve heard of … our new govt is agreeing to become a republic when Lizzie dies, the options don’t bear consideration. Frankly we don’t have the funds …

  2. such a lovely poem with a feeling of playfulness and summer love found.
    Great line and I do hope you are having fun! 💖🌹
    “slaps time to the rhythm of the children’s clapping
    swallows dive and plough the sky,?

  3. The floats, the greenery, the flaps, the slaps all words that compliment the celebration.
    We were happy to watch the celebration on the news last night. 70 years is a long time!
    Earlier this year, in preparation for the platinum jubilee Willian and Kate visited Belize. A colony of England. Still linked to the U K through membership in Commonwealth.
    The country that cradled me.
    I once danced for the queen in one of her visits to Belize.
    Lovely poem. Happy celebrating.

  4. Wonderful imagery here! And, I really enjoyed listening to you speak in the anthology discussion this morning. Thanks again for your dedication and hard work, Ingrid!

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