I always know when August has arrived because around 10:20pm we can hear the fireworks from the Edinburgh Royal Military Tattoo (I had the pleasure of attending the event a few years ago and it has become one of my treasured memories). A few evenings ago I was looking for some inspiration and almost immediately the sound of fireworks caught my attention. This poem and illustration followed.
The night canvas is silent, still
Until…
Suddenly
Buckets of colour rise up
And splash across the night sky,
As if Jackson Pollock stopped by
Moments of wonder
Colours galore
Faces in awe,
Hoping for more
An interval…
Silence,
Anticipation
Another offering
Which colours will be
Red, no purple maybe
An array – all at once
Flashing sparks of colour,
Fill the sky repeatedly
Like Highland dancers,
They twirl and leap
Until the performance is complete
A moment of appreciation before
The crowd disperses
Satisfied,
Whimsical,
Inspired
The night canvas returns once more
Silent,
Still.
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Happy page turning x
Words and image ©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy
