Poem: Remember, Remember?

Treacle toffee sickening

Whirring Waltzers groan

I need our fireworks – not theirs

I’m Guy Fawkes in your flames.

 

Dead leaves crunch

Never felt so alive

I can bear the cold air

With your fingers in my hair.

 

Quiet corner’s ours

Sipping sweet notes of apple

 

You disappeared towards the smoke

Roman Candle cried for us

The butterflies we felt

Moths now, skeletal and cold.

 

Catherine Wheel wasn’t alone

In losing her spark that night

Smoke scented scarf turned stale

A pile of ash left in the park.

 

But do you remember

That fifth of November?

Flames

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