Bonfire Night Part One
The square, white house towers over the back garden
It's long shadow pierced by the electric light from the kitchen window
It is crisp and cold - dark and dry
It is seven o clock
Gloves on - duffle coat on
Mum fusses - fastens the neck too high - too tight
Tim and I follow Dad into the garden
Dad lights a sparkler
I feel it sizzle and fizz as I hold it aloft
The smell of sulphur mingles with the aroma
Of potatoes, toffee and wood smoke
The show commences with a bang
And a shower of multicoloured sparks.
We form a little group, Tim, Mum Nan and me
and Dad a little apart on lighting duty
In his green, paint spattered overalls
We crane our necks to the dark, expectant sky.
With a whoosh and a bang Leicester launches it's rockets
Showers of rainbow sparks rain down on houses and gardens
We gape - mesmerised by the dazzling display
But all too soon the Catherine wheel
Spins the spectacle to a close
Then it's back to the house for jacket potatoes
And sticky, toffee apples
While the bonfire slowly fades
Flames to embers - embers to ash
Ash - ashes
And bonfire night returns to smoke.
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