Oct 2016
Part of the shop
I never venture into,
rows of bright
scented candles,
each name more
absurd than the last,
a child’s wish,
sunset breeze,
soft blanket,
since when have
they had a whiff
worthy of a jar of wax
I wonder
as I pop open
the lids of a few,
almost keel over
at the aromas
blasting up my nose.
I barely know the woman anyway,
so I ****** a
Raspberry Sorbet,
toss a twenty
on the counter.
I never venture into,
rows of bright
scented candles,
each name more
absurd than the last,
a child’s wish,
sunset breeze,
soft blanket,
since when have
they had a whiff
worthy of a jar of wax
I wonder
as I pop open
the lids of a few,
almost keel over
at the aromas
blasting up my nose.
I barely know the woman anyway,
so I ****** a
Raspberry Sorbet,
toss a twenty
on the counter.
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.
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.
