Hello everyone, I hope you’re all well! It’s that time of year again. Time for gathering around bonfires and watching beautiful fireworks displays. For those of you who aren’t from the UK, or who aren’t in the know, in England, we celebrate the 5th of November in commemoration of the discovery of a plot to blow up parliament in 1605.
Bonfire Night or Guy Fawkes Night is so named after Guy (Guido) Fawkes, the most famous of those involved in the Gun Powder Plot. I’ve linked to a Wikipedia article here, simply because it’s an interesting read.
Anyway, on with the post. Today, I’m sharing a poem, inspired by the deep sense of nostalgia I experience each and every year on this night. I hope you enjoy it!
Flames of red and yellow dance
While onlookers huddle near
And even though there’s rising smoke
The sky’s still crystal clear
Explosions of pink and green and red
Fill spectators with delight
And children holding sparklers
Write their names upon the night
And when it’s time to head for home
There’ll be chips with salad cream
Or a baked potato or hotdog
While listening to the fireworks scream
Then the flames take their last breaths
As they slowly simmer to embers
And bonfire night comes to an end
Until the next fifth of November
Remember, bonfires and fireworks are dangerous. Please, please be careful tonight and take care. And also, do spare a thought for all the animals – domestic and otherwise – who don’t celebrate bonfire night – they’re frightened of the screeching and the sounds of explosions. Above all else, have fun!
As always, thank you so much for spending your valuable time here with my words, I really do appreciate it!
Until next time,
© 2019 GLT