Indoor fireworks, do you remember them? I thought they were a thing of the past but a quick search has informed me that they are available today. I bought some once and needless to say was disappointed. I was thinking about the incident recently and it led to this poem.
INDOOR FIREWORKS
Undeniably the box held promise
a sun bleached label with wonky grammar
overprinted geysers of bright light
Reality was something different
a splutter of iron filing sparkle
a brief magnesium flare
As the house filled with smoke
I was grateful back then
there were no smoke detectors
Some life lessons are best learned early
I've had about four attempts at writing this poem. I think it's finally worth showing people. At the time the whole house stank of smoke. I wonder if indoor fireworks have improved. I shall not be finding out anytime soon.
Danny Thompson died last week. He was an amazing bass player who played with everyone you could think of. Here he is with John Martyn.
Until next time.
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