Flightpath
I wonder she thinks,
Where that balloon is going?
As she watches it soar over the city.
The bubble knows.
It’s been and come back again,
And will no doubt, return.
High above the Royal Mile,
From the bags of the balloon seller and bubble blower both,
They soar above rooftops, toward the destinations of:
ANYWHERE,
And,
EVERYWHERE,
They make her wonder how far she can go.
And when the light gust breezes them off course,
It’s ok,
Because anything is possible and everywhere is amazing,
Where there is love and sunshine and a festival in summer.
Where that balloon is going?
As she watches it soar over the city.
The bubble knows.
It’s been and come back again,
And will no doubt, return.
High above the Royal Mile,
From the bags of the balloon seller and bubble blower both,
They soar above rooftops, toward the destinations of:
ANYWHERE,
And,
EVERYWHERE,
They make her wonder how far she can go.
And when the light gust breezes them off course,
It’s ok,
Because anything is possible and everywhere is amazing,
Where there is love and sunshine and a festival in summer.
This poem is copyright (©) Laura Cooney 2025
About the Writer
Laura Cooney
Laura Cooney is a writer and spoken word poet from Edinburgh. She writes for both children and adults and is currently working on both a children’s fantasy novel and a single collection of poems for both. Her children’s work has been published most recently in Parakeet Mag, The Toy Press, Little Thoughts Press, The Dirigible Balloon, Northern Gravy and on Brian Moses Blogspot. Find more on X and Bluesky @lozzakidwriting @lozzawriting and www.lozzawriting.com. When she's not writing, she'll be found with her daughters, as close to the sea as possible, seeking shells. There will be ice-cream!
