In Fawkes’ Name – a poem

The dusk is filled with stars and Magic 

The smell of bonfire is in the air

The light is piercing thru clouds a-crack’d

Whilst verdant leaves burn in their lair

Jack Frost hasn’t paid a visit 

He’s unwelcome for a month or two

But Jack-o-Lantern’s burning brightly 

In the smoky, dusky hue

Early eve as dark as midnight

Scorpio’s shadow looms ever near

Promises of rainbow explosions

Expectant feeling in the air 

Then comes the time for burning powder

Light the blue touch, watch the sky

Autumn’s festival upon us

Whilst nature’s kind hide nervously by

The foxes care not for loud explosions

The blackbird’s song is silenced by flame

Domestic pets will hide and glower

Whilst fun is had in Fawkes’ name

Ange Chan ©2014


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