Bonfire Night by lemur

[cameron]

Little arsonist, I have mustered this –
Stoked round you for months,
Carried your torch,
Worshipped you raw,
Kindled a homunculus.


And you in LA, going one better,
With your Californian forest fires.
Nothing between us but sorry skies,
A shrugged lament
And an alibi of continents.


I dreamt your lover a Catherine wheel;
Saw her hunkered there in a ring of fire.
Felt compelled to stand and let
The spittle of sparks
Come capering down like lit confetti.


Oh come pit your self against me!
I can match
Your tiny flints, your every trick;
Wait and watch me
Usher in your solstice.

lemur