by Pete Marshall
Glitter falls and sparkles bright
open mouths absorb delight
flares that shoot across the stars
smoke that chokes the weeping heart
jackets hot with molten fat
children warm with scarf & hat
lanterns glow on frosty nights
bangers shared are warm delights.
Logs that crackle on the fire
waxen faces, heat perspire
flames that rise toward the sky
lick through masks of wicked lies
that curl a lip in twisted hate
as flesh is burned and anger sate
for pennies bought this funeral pyre
and treason tore through his desire.
Remember, Remember the 5th of November! Every year in the Uk we celebrate Bonfire Night. A time when a guy is made and thrown on the fire as fireworks are released into the nights sky. But as with so many traditions its true meaning has so often been overlooked. The guy was Guy Fawkes who, along with his comrades, tried to kill the English King James I and replace him with a Catholic Monarch. Having been captured an tried for treason, Guy Fawkes was to jump from the hangman's platform and break his neck on the fall, thus saving himself from being hung, drawn & quartered.
This is my poem for One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry.
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