Treasure Island

Paul Gerard Reed


Bonfire Night


Not for me the sparks and flames
Mattresses piled high and old bedframes
Not for me the acrid smoke
That gets in clothes and starts to choke
Not for me old planks and floorboards
Ripped from the derelict housing hoards
Not for me the hot potato jacket
Or sizzling rocket and mortar bomb racket
No, I'll be sitting by another fire
That burns more evenly, less haywire
The one that warms the living room grate
Without soot or wretch to ameliorate
With feet firmly planted on carpeted floors
My bonfire night will be spent indoors

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014
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