They were still
sorting it ready we thought
you never know the time
in Wales and dinna bother tae
read the programme it's usually late not eight as they write
when
the fireworks went off
boom on the hill
and the night over wir castle lit with a big wow-
wee of explosions fifteen minutes before
we were ready for it.
Boys! Boys! stop it wi they mugs of tea –
run! –
then there’s me
thinking about getting my coat down from the peg –
they’ve skeltered up the street
halfway round the millpond before I’m
slow-
ly catching up with them
because
I’ve put on weight
too many fags, too,
and – let’s face it –
I’m no a kid now, either
and comin home after all
agree with them
there’s nothing better
than a real storm
wi fast
crackin forks
of lightnin. Wicked!
-We didna miss it
much.
Jacqui Thewless
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireworks-23/
