white fireworks

Silver dandelions bloom
on the moleskin waistcoat
of the night

(Thinking realistically, I know that they are a waste of money and that they frighten all the birds and animals, but I’m a sucker for fireworks. I don’t think I’ve ever watched a display – not even the patriotic red, white & blue of last Thursday’s royal wedding celebrations – without a broad smile on my face. One day I’ll dig out all the notes I’ve made over the years and write a proper poem on the subject.)

In the meantime, I’m not sure why I didn’t include the lines below in the original post as they had certainly been written in my notebook by then. Never mind, I’ll add them now (May 6th).

On the night of the royal wedding
red, white and blue dandelion clocks
seed the black skies of the kingdom

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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