Bonfire night: Bonfire burn, bonfire crackle

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5th november, blog, bonfire, bonfire night, festival, fireworks, fireworks night, guy fawkes, night, november, poem, poetry, remember

Bonfire burn, bonfire crackle
restrained within its rubble shackles.
Flames stretch, flames Grasp
Scorch and burn all in its clasp.
The air chokes on clouds of smoke
Encircled by an ashen cloak.
Sparklers sizzle
White hot they fizzle.

Bonfire burn, bonfire crackle
See that firework hear it cackle
Screech and howl
An unearthly growl.
Up above colours fly
Lighting up a starless sky.
Ash will rain from the clouds
Beware you, in the crowd.

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Metamorphosis

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break free, butterfly, metamorphosis, poem, transition

Some days I can’t shake this feeling off, no, it is a compulsion.
On those days I feel like a million marbles are bouncing within my veins
Causing me to vibrate from within like a hummingbird.
I have grown impatient with this cage made of my own skin.
My body feels like a vessel that I must break out from.
Then I will rise like a phoenix from the incarcerated encasing that entraps me.
I can’t find the words, actions or picture to express myself.
I can’t even comprehend what I am feeling.
What I am compelled to do.
Yet I feel I may burst from anticipation.
I do not understand how I will be released but I battle inwardly.
Against myself.