Nice playing with the images of the scent and tactile sensation of the bubble bath... feelings its way around the world-weary body with its soft caresses and stimulus... beneath her... :-) ... Why was the babble 'incestuous'? I was intrigued by this... maybe the bubble are like family members (no pun intended on members !)...
Nice picture... mmm... a bath is such a place for sensuous dreams
Nice playing with the images of the scent and tactile sensation of the bubble bath... feelings its way around the world-weary body with its soft caresses and stimulus... beneath her... :-) ... Why was the babble 'incestuous'? I was intrigued by this... maybe the bubble are like family members (no pun intended on members !)...
Nice picture... mmm... a bath is such a place for sensuous dreams
This poem has a sudden progression from the wonderfully dreamy images in the opening stanza that take us to a haven of delicate colours and scents to the final verse which jerks us back to the reality of the outside world.
This progression mirrors in a way the bath experience itself, which begins with the warm immersion in the womb-like security of the bathtub and always ends with a rude awakening when the cold of the air hits us with brutality as we emerge from the warmth.
I do like how you connect "grime" and "grind" both in rhyme and in associative meaning and the final stanza is my favourite.
I never thought of her loins as grimy with the daily grind, nice. I'm not clear on the incestuous part, it makes the daily grind more sinister. There is a great sense of relief and sinking. The drifting babble bubble creek is sweet, in a "cool" way.