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. 

A lyrical number!!

Seems like we're having a bit of a music day today :D (Not sure what I'm talking about? Check out my earlier post about Flashfires' New single release http://turningoldpages.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/spreading-like-wild-fire.html)

"I HATE" by Passenger is one of the best works of lyric genius ever! I absolutely love it and its wit and sarcasm that reigns true every time I hear it. It's absolutely brilliant!

For a while I've wanted to write down the rhyming pattern and create my own version. That's basically what procrastination had me do today.

It's a poem. But not a beautiful as Mrs D. Mrs I. Mrs F-F. I. Mrs C. Mrs U. Mrs L-T-Y

I wrote the basic rhyming structure of the first verse and copied it and then inspiration just took me on a rollercoaster of thought and now I have a recorded and written version on my typewriter!

THE GENIE - I WISH:

I wish I had a pound, 

For every time that came round, 

When some body questioned my race. 

I wish I was a cop,

Because I would fine every beautician to stop,

Pulling hairs from all over my face. 

I wish I could settle,

Put on the kettle, 

With a boy/ guy and be done with this chase.

But life's quite hard,

It's a fine and detailed art,

And every one's picking up the pace.

I wish I had a sister,

Who'd pick out my mister,

And do my hair up in a bun.

I wish I had a flat belly,

Like the ones on the telly,

Then I wouldn't be scared of the sun. 

And I wish very much,

That I had a magic watch,

To bring home my dad, brothers and mum.  (<---- probably the only part of this poem I'd like!)

Because life's very hard,

A fine and detailed art, 

And everyone's starting to run. 

I wish people would stop,

Smoking outside the shop,

So that we all didn't have to inhale 'fag'.

I wish I had a sports bra,

So when I ran too far,

My boobs wouldn't begin to sag.

I wish people wouldn't joke,

About ... you know: that bloke,

It's just a man dressed as a woman in drag.

But life's so hard,

A fine and detailed art, 

And now I'm beginning to lag. 

Yet I know these things, 

I don't need them all,

Because soon enough I will cease.

So I'll start from the bottom,

All the way to the top,

Before my skin starts to crease.

Because if there's one thing I know, 

About life it's this:

You never know what you've got 'til it's gone. 

So stop what you're doing,

Stressing and running, 

And just go and have fun. 

THE END

Don't know if I have to copyright this (ahaha) but if you hear it anywhere else, you heard it first here!