Bonfire Night Double Haiku

[alicia_h]

Black and biting night
Gunpowder thick in the air
New stars bright and brief

Northern lights shimmer
across condensation on
my window and fade

Comments

[wytchcroft]

love the icon, love the poems - you describe exactly what i like on the right bonfire night! :))

and i'll swap ya:
http://wytchcroft.livejournal.com/145590.html#cutid1

[alicia_h]

Loved it! Especially this part:

"tumbling from the library
among the bikes and cars
it's like a fairgound tonight
she says

split by the fireworks
she shoulders it
she's soldiering on..."

Fairgrounds and fireworks - a very good connection there. Both fill up your senses with lights and those particular colours and so many noises that are never quite the same each time you hear them. And the smells. I could smell the gunpowder as soon as I step outdoors and I'm stuffed up with cold at the moment - and it isn't a proper fair without candyfloss on the breeze.

[wytchcroft]

i think i caught my cold off you, LOL!! i'm hoping cordite is a good astringent cure - like the days we were made to stand around roadworks near my school when i was little coz they thought the tar was good for whooping cough!!!!!

and thanks for the nice comment and back atcha :))