she pushes the trolley towards me the burr of the wheels
a man I havenβt seen alongside her like a magnet
thank you mam
attracted to what I was attracted to once and my stomach simmers
the truth revealed like a relic emerging from the soil
and I swear I hear the milk curdle in its carrier bag.
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. Note: Tesco is a British grocery and merchandise retailer, one of the largest of its kind in the world. 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.