by Steve Tanham
Time-travelled fragments
of mittened fingers
Held in firm parental hand
Exploding neighbours’ gardens
Ripe with bangs and secretly given
toffee-apples
Eyes that glistened with a million smiles
And a few deep breaths as
Imagination proved secondary
To ruptured air obeying gunpowder’s plot
So long ago, now
Yet
In these simpler flames
Where logs surrender to stealthy heat
And memory is escorted, glowing
It remains in vibrant view
A glorious recollection
Of children’s delight.
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Sun in Gemini 
That’s so evocative, Steve. Really took me back. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Michael! 😊
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This is lovely Steve.
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Thank you, Di. It always brings back memories at this time of year. I’m sure for you, too? ❤️
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Yes indeed. All good too.
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All soft and cuddly 😊
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The best. How are Tess and Misty with the fireworks Steve? I’ve just got back and timed it brilliantly as the first lot have just gone off. The calming music (12 hours this one) is playing and Maya is quite relaxed just now.
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Sounds like you were well prepared, Di! The bangs have not started yet, so the pets are calm. Misti isn’t bothered anyway, but Tess gets terrified.
Last year Bernie ‘had it out’ with the neighbours who have bee the chief culprits and things seem to have been quieter since. We’ll see!
We’re having a small fire in a portable iron bowl. And sparklers … plus lots of nice eats.
Grandchildren now in Australia and Canada, so it’s just us … sigh.
Much love. Stay safe!! 😊
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Enjoy Steve. Maya’s taken herself into the hall where it’s darkest. The music is soothing so might help Tess. I put the link on my blog the other day but here it is in case you need it.
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