Bommy Poems and Prose, November 5th 2020, Bonfire Night by Eileen Earnshaw


Our regular Zoom workshop replaces the physical meeting at Touchstones and takes place on the first Thursday of the month between 2-4. This month it fell on November 5th so we had to write about Guy Fawkes’ Night, Bonfire Night, call it what you will. What I loved about facilitating this session was the marvellous memories we all brought back, I’m sure there’s a book to be had from this!

Eileen sent in her poem for our enjoyment.

Chairman Ray


Bonfire Night


Time, a misted image.

Sixty, seventy years ago,

My brother, in his too big wellies

Fireworks high in each hand.

Sky and flame reflected in

his national health lenses.

His face glows, hot, sweating.

That night, he was the god of fire

dancing forwards, skittering back.

Reds and golds streaked his body.

Acolytes brought parkin, treacle,

peas black in curdled sauce.

The fire crashed, sparks fly

Guy Ffaulks face curls and shrivels

Recoiling  into ashes,

bonfire night is over.


I remember my big brother,

luminous in firelight.


©Eileen Earnshaw 2020.

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