Bonfire Night

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Bonfire Night

Sparks shooting stars
up to the night sky
from the dried,
crackling wood
A child stares
into the flames
mesmerized
where he stood
 
This night
of fireworks and fire 
Bonfires burning
a Guy Fawkes effigy
Spare a penny
for the Guy mister?
Remember, remember 
the fifth of November
is the age-old elegy

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

For those not familiar with Guy Fawkes day
and why it is celebrated, you can read about
him here

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

12 thoughts on “Bonfire Night”

  1. I rather miss those old-fashioned bonfire nights. It may be safer and more spectacular in thse days of organised events, but small communities gathering together to share the flames made the old ones magical.

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    1. Yes Sue! It took me back to my childhood. It was a big deal in our neighborhood and people would collect old wooden furniture to build up the fire. Thanks for taking me back there with your photograph 🙂❤️

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    1. Oh I’m so happy you thought so. That picture just brought back lots of memories for me ☺️💕

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