As fireworks explode in the night
Like meteor showers against the black sky,
A palette of colour and light.
From below her warm hat a girl's face is a glow,
As a Sparkler shoots stars from her hand,
She swirls it about to make ribbons of light,
And makes a wish each time a star lands.
Flames lick the sides of an old wooden door,
Red splinters shoot out from the fire,
Cracking and spitting as Guy Fawkes looks on,
While immense heat pours out from his pyre.
November November, with clear frosty nights,
Is ruled by a sinister thing,
He upsets the balance of Libra you see,
When the Scorpion moves in with his sting.
The days will be colder as Winter draws close,
As Jack Frost frowns on us each dawn,
When the last of the golden-brown leaves flutter down,
Blown off by the first Autumn storm.
The Scorpion will die as December draws near,
Killed off by the Archer's old bow,
Sagittarius will rule by the end of the month,
And bring with him the threat of some snow.
November November, it starts with a bang,
Then cold winds draw out a cold tear,
The penultimate month will be cold, wet and dark,
As we move close to the end of the year.
BRILLIANT, I can just picture people being being stood round a bomfore with hats and wooly scarfs,kids with suprise on there faces as they see each fire work explode with colour, swirling there sparklers to make patterns of light. their mouths all sticky and brown from eating toffee apples too.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem even more being a sagitarian,