Balloons Of Happiness Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

The bubbling,
frothy
children
have exploded

into a spray
of hip-swaying
foam.

They've have
crossed
swallows' angles,

and like the birds,
their blue
shirts firmly
tucked into

the lather
of their
white gowns,
as they sprout

and flourish
into flowery
bouncing balls

and flying
feathers and wings.

(ii)

The birds
peek
at the children
stitching

themselves
into life's circles
of hide-
and-seek

through armpits'
windows
blowing in the warm
zephyr hands
of sun

brushing with
furnace-
heated palms
rising spines
of life.

(iii)

Rooted
into a baobab's
thousand-
legged
kicks of love

at deep-sinking
clay,
these springy pillows

tossing back
the children to touch
a ballooned moon
and a falling star,

when showers
of light swallow
chirps

and drumming
grass-plucking
twirling feet

drifting, drifting
on a green sea of earth,
children
climbing storm waves
.of fruity trees.