THE ROCKET'S LAMENT

Another little poem to try out. This is me imagining what it's like to be a firework. It's a bit melancholy, this one, I think. However, I  like the idea of stringing simple words together in short bursts to tell a story. Somehow it seems right to abandon the punctuation too. I can't work out why, but there it is.

And here it is:


The Rocket's Lament

Damp earth cold night
Bright stars torch light
Short fuse tiny spark
Flickers out in the dark

Wet shoes mud patch
Wool glove lit match
Warm face high frown
Disappears let down

Clear black over head
Fire light yellow red
Smoke spins sparks fly
Destiny ticks by

Hope fades tiny flame
Snuffed out rocket shame
No flight no cheer
Packed up next year