Blue, green and gold
chrysanthemums
explode against mute grey
Through ragged cloud
the moon peers down
at multi-coloured stars
I have no suitable photos, so here are some spiky dahlia blooms doing their best to impersonate a firework display:
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remember, remember
Bonfire night:
the wide-eyed moon looks down
on multi-coloured stars
on holiday
Last weekend, the pueblo celebrated the fiestas of the local Virgin. (Not the summer fiestas – those were at the end of August, and not the fiestas for the patron saint – that’s next month: the Spanish are always happy to take days off work and chase bulls through the streets or set off firecrackers.)
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village fiestas
Spain goes from fiesta to fiesta and here in the village the first proper working week after the long summer has ended with celebrations in honour of Nuestra Señora la Virgen del Pilar de Arenas.
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.)
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