Night of Sparks

night-of-sparks

I remember
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