my first 5th November:
I was five,
bundled up in coat,
knitted gloves, scarf and hat,
breathing smoke and stars,
a fizzing sparkler in my hand,
spellbound by the Catherine wheel
spinning sparks on the garden fence –
it cost Grandad sixpence.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille
This evening, De is our host for Quadrille, what she calls ‘little 44-word gems’. I agree with her, they are fun to write and read. For today’s challenge, she wants us to include the word ‘spark’ as a noun or a verb. We can make sparks fly or we can spark an idea that sets fire to the page. We can even ‘sparkle’. We just have to make sure the root word ‘spark’ is in there somewhere and that our poems are exactly 44 words long (not including the title).
I have taken inspiration from an early childhood memory.
‘Remember, remember the fifth of November Gunpowder, treason and plot I see no reason why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.’ – from a traditional English Rhyme from the seventeenth century.