A Single Sparkler
Expecting fireworks?
They're stuck in a bucket.
Awaiting sunshine?
There's drizzle expected.
Hoping for magic?
Then don't look too closely.
The light show of my love
is a single sparkler
but watch it's trails
as it's getting darker.
It's worth the wait.
A Late Bonfire
He
starts his bonfire after the night
in
the confines of his empty drive.
He
lays out logs and sets them alight
and
dark smoke climbs well before five.
He
throws broken bricks onto this pyre,
then
twisted scrap metal and acrid acrylic.
Old
building material burns in his fire
and
chokes out the neighbours soon after six.
The
last thing he chucks onto this blaze
is
a letter marked ‘official – cease and desist’.
It
flickers and blackens in illicit malaise
but
soon becomes ash and easily dismissed.
That’s brilliant!
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ReplyDeleteEnjoyed these poems, Owen. A contrasting picture of sparklers on bonfire night, and someone setting fire to some stinking rubbish in their back yard, despite how it annoys the neighbours. Great reading. Vivien
Thanks, Vivien. I do like to set a fire going, so to speak.
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