Whiskey Starlight

Bonfire night is one of my absolute favourite times of the year! I love it! The dark, the fire, the colours, the warmth and, of course, the food! It's such a beautiful and happy time of year. 

I wanted to share my experience with you guys of the other weekend that I spent at my auntie and uncle's annual fireworks party but I couldn't quite represent the sentiment the same way with a piece of prose as I could with a poem. 

I'm not a natural poet by any stretch of the imagination but I think that even if you can't write poetry, there's something liberating about describing something in this way. The colours are the things that are special for me. In this one I really tried to focus on the orange glow of the fire and stars and the silky midnight hue of the night sky that's not as harsh as black but not as mellow as blue. 

Take a read: 

WHISKY STARLIGHT: 

Whiskey starlight 

O'er the fields I see 

Ever stoking the fright

Of sheep and we 

Eat the mallows 

Fire-ripened down to their core 

Sleeps past All Hallows' 

Eve of life no more. 

Each golden juice pimple 

Sky's lantern anew 

The show of fifty a dimple

Smiles among people who 

Shout, laugh and chatter 

Pulling children from fire 

Caution never their matter 

As night becomes Sire.