Neglected Poems – No. 10 – Bonfire Night

Friday 10th April

Not at all sure of this one. It was written at one sitting, one bitter bonfire night.  I cannot even remember who I was thinking about.  Make of it what you will…

 

November the fifth – Bonfire Night, but no fireworks

Remember, remember – do you remember, how we flared

In previous years, other Novembers, how we burned when we dared to

And now I work and then I sleep, too busy now for emotions, no time for the flashes

Or flooding tides that sweep, buried oh so deep

The heart that was rendered, sundered and plundered and hopes dashed.

The turmoil I ignited, the short fuse of your temperI kept on re-lighting, back then when we delighted in the fighting

And the making up too, but oh the time that was taken up, the confidence shaken

How I yearn now for THE TORCH OF YOUR LOVE.

That spark of effervescence, dark nights lit by incandescence

The fire flashing in your eyes, the dark lashing of your bitter-pill lies.

The refusal to end it, how we must have resembled

The last dying throes of these fog-bound fires

The sultry glow of their dying embers

The steamy blue smoke, its retching choke

The rains drizzle sets in and the fire is extinguished

Your grip is relinquished, how I long now for that hand.

So home I come and bury my head in figures again

Rows and columns and numbers on the page

Pretending it means something; that somehow I will gain

When in another time, another age…

But now it’s the fifth of November

Of course I remember – Bonfire night, but no fireworks.