Wednesday afternoons if I remember correct and there,
faded but still visible in blue, T.M. 4 H.S.
and Iām transported back to 2007 and the fizzy embrace
of a crush, the two of us running around
in a gust of e-numbers and holding hands under tables.
My husband calls from the other room and the image dissolves,
snapped back to the present as an elastic band, the initials fading further.
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.