Last weekend I took my grandchildren to the Main Street library to do Christmas crafts. They enjoyed playing around the fountain. They were full of questions: Can you swim in there? Can I touch the water? Leo genuflected with the water, a move he apparently saw Spider-Man do.
I took this photo, marveling at how the drops of water seemed to dance in the wind.
I offer this photo as inspiration for your writing today. Do you have memories that may emerge? Can you write a small poem or haiku describing what you see? Anything is possible in poetry.
I’ve been writing Advent elfchen. Today’s poem sticks with this form.
Fountain
Dances along
While children play
Splashes of joyful laughter
Bubblerby Margaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
Beautiful photo, Margaret. It reminds me of the fountain pads in Domino Park in Brooklyn. We took our grandson there many times.
Splish, splashy fountain fun!
Catch the bubbles as they dance
Creating magic
Thanks for sharing some splashy magic, in your fun and lively poem Rose!
Magic is what poetry renders, Rose. Thanks for the splish-splashing fun.
Hi Margaret,
Lovely and inspiring pic, and refreshing poem! Like your “bubbler” and splashes of joy 🌟Thanks for all!
Here’s my haiku
spritz-spraying wonder
presents possibilities
opens one’s heart…
Michelle Kogan, draft
Thanks for writing. I edited your poem to say “spraying” which I assume you meant to type. I love the possibilities and opening of this haiku.
Hi, yes I don’t know what was before, though thank you, that’s what I meant! 😊
Michelle, I love the opening alliteration and the joy that flows.
Margaret, your splashing fountain photo and the word bubbler bring joy this morning, especially since we have chilly weather.
I think I will play with your fountain and share my poem at Two Writing Teachers. Have fun with the grands as we move closer to Christmas. My husband and son are trying to find joy among their COVID diagnosis.
Heartwarming.