They said don’t go into the tunnel but I did what a rebel.
They said it wasn’t safe but I didn’t listen such a rebel.
Marks on the walls looping letters like strawberry laces.
Names of strangers like vines spewing off in every direction submerged under dirt.
Alone and loving it when I screamed the echo whooshed around me like a posse of wasps
and when my mother rang I didn’t answer the darkness took over covered me up.
Written: October 2016. Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. 'Firework' is poem one, for those of you who wish to read the series in full, in order. None of the poems are about their recipients. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.