Entrails
of gutted
smokey
jellyfish
trail the
sky
Amid
shooting
stars
and
flaming
willows
and
sparking
bumble bees.
Embered
gunshots
perforate
the air
in
dazzling
splendour
while
The hours
and
minutes
of childlike
glee
erupt
in squeals
and sighs
of pleasure.
What
delight
is found
in these
moments
of fiery
destruction.
© Eleanor Clark
4 July 2013
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