Flashing red light

I see the flashing red light

as it dances around the wood

it leaps high in the air

then is completely still

I see the flashing red light

in the distance

moving at great speed

close to the ground

I see you

on a dark misty morning

as we walk through the woods

with your flashing red light

hanging on your collar

for once

I see your walk not mine

Bonfire Night

Cold air trails from my mouth

I can blow little circles

Dark is all around me

tiny candle lights appear in the distance

the bands pipe up with their music

the procession starts

Torch lights fill the sky

flames leaping upwards

people in fancy dress march through the street

and in the middle the GUY

shouting, whistling, cheering

as the people follow the crowd

they meet in a field

the bonfire is lit

it crackles quietly

whizz and bangs noises echo around

the sky is filled with a shower of light

bright blues, reds and greens

the crowd oohs and ahhs

and as the last firework finishes

the huge bonfire roars and crackles

the loud cheers and chants fade away

still is the night as we gaze into the flames

 

Clinging on

In the dark of the wood

the torch shone the way

lighting the path

casting shadows all around

from the corner of my eye

I see a dark shape hanging

I glance, its just fluff

I glance again its a thread

I shine my torch towards it

Its hanging from my hat

I swipe with my fingers

and look again

its a spider clinging on

joining me on my journey

I wish it well

and leave it on a dark branch

to find its own journey.

4am

It’s 4 am again

no moonlight

stagnant warm air

dark as the ace of spaces

foxes screaching

owls hooting

the clock ticks loudly

my heart thunders in my head

my mind wanders

everything seems deafining

every worry is enormous

every ache is intensified.

I am so tired

I just want sleep

will I ever drift off

or will I have to meditate

4 am is not a good time

to be awake