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Tuesday, 6 November 2007

November the sixth...

NOVEMBER THE SIXTH
The firemen go past
here all the time.
Blue light flashing
siren sounding.
They reach their destination
drive round the block
radio in:
"It's another false alarm."
In the morning you walk
past an empty house.
The doors are charred
the glass in the window frames
has gone.
It smells like
November the sixth.
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PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED IN COWARDY CUSTARDS LAST STAND IN SALFORD.
I pulled this one from the archives at StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweet...TalkingGuy!

3 comments:

  1. Ok, it's safe to admit that I'm completely hooked to your poetry. I'm not a poetry person but yours are easy to read and easy to understand and each one makes a clean statement. This one is mysterious. What happened on Nov 6th?
    I'm adding you to my blogroll so I can come back and keep reading later!

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  2. Thanks Jen, I'll visit your site later - November the sixth is the day after Bonfire Night in the UK and everywhere you go you find discarded fireworks and the remains of huge bonfires. It all dates back to Guy Fawkes in the early 17th. century, 'Remember, remember the fifth of November!'

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  3. Ah Guy Fawkes day, been awhile...thank you for the reminder.

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