Autumn Bonfires – Kathryn Halliwell

Crackling
in the gutter dry and brown, lifeless
curling fingers fallen down, flames
lick at their bellies on the ground, gutter
bonfires now outlawed in the town

Rakes
scratching, skewering, crushing, prongs
relentless in their mashing, complete
extermination seeking, escape
is not an option given.

Small acts of disappearance occurring through the years
Small things from many memories bring both joy and tears
People, structures, lifestyles go, we make them reappear
Revived by shots of sights and smells of things we once held dear.