Firecrackers

This is another poem that had just been sitting around in my head. A few years ago my family went to Meaford for Canada at my cousins' cottage. For the firecrackers we climbed way out on the pier and sat on the rocks and watched the firecrackers over the water. As we did I wrote the poem in my mind and unravelled it when we got back to Guelph.


Firecrackers

bloom in bright blossoms

shot against the sky
in glimmering specks
catching in the breeze,

to rain down
in silver sparkles
falling on a stage, and the heads of
technicoloured dancers

then wilting
into wispy ghosts…
ash peonies slipping apart in the wind…
smoky petals dissolving into the sky.