born to be
three candles, restive,
splutter
aimlessly, in dance,
enclosed in red,
filter gloom within
one room,
still’d, silent
sounds below the level,
water-fed.
reflective balls
upon a surface
sounding
pops invisible,
they rise to air,
mellow’d
three-times
flutter’d darkness,
oblivion observed,
I wander there.
no one touches like
the touch of water,
submersion soft,
a sensual
soporific haze,
three candles, struck from one,
a scarlet wonder,
ending sweetly
waxen musings
on a rainbow’d melted day.
scottishmomus 
Gorgeous images, Anne-Marie. xxx
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Wonderful bath! Gawd, I love water! 🙂 quite partial to candles, too. 🙂
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Amazing 🙂
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It was! Lost in bubbles in my mind. 🙂
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The obvious apart, this is quite transcendental, as if being transported to a higher plane under some mystical spell. Then again my brain might just be frazzled – thank god for half-term! A great piece, Anne-Marie.
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I’ve just finished half-term break so I’ve no excuses for floating off into the ether other than the fact that I like it there and water does the trick. Have a great break, Chris. Much needed and deserved. (I always feel a bit guilty saying that after hardly being back from Christmas holidays but I don’t count that as a break. Too manic.) A few extra days at the weekend does the trick too. 🙂
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I hope yours was good too. Sometimes I forget that these ‘breaks’ are a moveable feast. Inset tomorrow (hurrah!) Can’t wait to see what the powers that be have got lined up!
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Ours, last Friday, was very pleasant which was a major surprise and nothing like the usual. It helped that someone was retiring and festivities were in order for a lovely lady. Hope you’re not bogged down in paperwork, group huddles, ‘new’ ideas and crap. You know, the usual. I much prefer it when the kids are in. They make more sense.
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Awesome!
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