Kate Williams

Fireworks

Fireworks go shooting and shrieking
like power-packed rockets charging away into space.

They go blazing and flashing
like flames on a dragon’s fiery breath;

twinking and gleaming,
like drops from a magic fountain;

leaping, looping, arching, swooping,
swinging, like rainbows, in and out of sight
through the deep, dark, finger-numbing night.

Firework Light

Fireworks are as bright as 
shiny ladybirds,
tropical fish,
diamond necklaces,
stars;

peacocks’ tails,
sunlit snow,
dashing, flashing police cars.

Then, in a spark, they’re gone in the dark,
but where do they go to?
Mars?

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