Bonfire Night,
Sat on top of Lickeys hills on the 5th of november,
a windy chill
Street lights glowing in the distance of the darkened city like dying embers.
And then it starts,
Red green and white golden sparkles suddenly erupt from the dark with bangs and whistles,
and ooohs and arrrs from the people in all of the parks staring at the sparkling missiles,
Phosphorus flowers pop up all over the city,
It sounds like a warzone
Yet a woman remarks,
"Ooooh that is pretty"
all the people staring up at that sky,
some standing some sitting
but everyone staring into the same places at the same time,
at the metal stained light
Ooo and arrs linger for the silent ones
sprinkling stars
a shining density against the dark,
everyone sharing them, not like at christmas,
where adults feign joy at their presents and the kids turn to viciousness,
Everyone enjoys the same fireworks,
their luminescent kisses on the sky
The tremor of their bang hitting your face and reverberating in your ear drums and in your eyes,
and then it starts to go quiet again,
and a few people start to clap, and then a few more but it doesn't really get going,
and everyone decides that their going home,
it is cold after all
******* windy aswell,
Let's go to a park next year.