Thursday, 23 January 2014

The Heat of the Night

It's nearly January 25th, so in celebration of this special day, I wrote the following.

The Heat of the Night

The dark is shattered – multi-coloured hues
Of light expand, converge and – coalesced –
Bright colours leave your retina impressed; 
A chrysanthemum after-image bruise
Of magnesium white and copper blues;
A chemical rainbow, from base to crest.
A fraction later, deep inside my chest
I feel the booming sound that then ensues.

The same experience each November:
The bangers, rockets, and roman candle.
Isn’t it grand with sparklers to handle?
Watch the pyre for that white hot ember –
The cries of children may not be in glee,
It may be Burns Night, spent in A and E.