Bubble Lights
Each glass light
glows with liquid:
green, red, gold.
Together
they bubble joyfully,
scientifically,
concocting memory after memory
in living room’s lab
each December
on the chemis-tree.
glows with liquid:
green, red, gold.
Together
they bubble joyfully,
scientifically,
concocting memory after memory
in living room’s lab
each December
on the chemis-tree.
This poem is copyright (©) Lisa Roullard 2024
About the Writer
Lisa Roullard
Lisa writes poetry for people (and possibly for animals too, although it’s hard to get a read on this). She resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, where she enjoys a view of the Wasatch Mountains on her neighborhood walks.
