Jagged whitehot upsidedown trees of lightning
zag and zig
and
and
roll
crackle
thunder
Startling
Dazzling
Dances of white light
across rolling black clouds of dark night sky
On bed by window
we children kneel
Staring
Electrified
at nature's firework display
The dead in the village cemetery
across the road
Don't waken
The tall trees in the garden
shaken and storm-tossed
Don't burst into flame
Rain lashes fierce arrows on dark garden
The same mixture
Excitement
Fear
Wonder
Caution
Astonishment
as man-made fireworks
Brocks, Standard
suddenly available
at village stores
to celebrate victory
after long sparse pitch-black heavily-curtained war
"Hold it at arms-length, now! "
"No, I'll light that one, it's dangerous."
"Stand back, children! "
bang
Wheeee ee eeee eh
swwooosh
SzzzzzZZZZ
Crackle crackle
pooooff
pooooff
pooooff
Oooooh!
Aaaah!
Oh!
Hahaha!
Giant
raging hot
roaring bonfire
no longer banned
sparks, burning fragments
Flying up
twisting
turning into dark starlit sky
no longer home to enemy bombers
with their loads of home-busting world-smashing bangers
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