</> <br /> <br />Sticky toffee in my pocket <br />glues warm fingers beside the fire, <br />crunching shards of sticky mire <br />damp darkness drifts in evening’s pyre. <br /> <br />Sizzling sounds and rich aromas <br />wrap thickly round the multitude. <br />Barbeque-blackened sooty food <br />quells a drooling and hungry brood. <br /> <br />Crackling sparks streak through the darkness <br />chilling ice-glass embers ash-white. <br />Spear-steps shiver, drag out of sight <br />and slam the doors against the night.<br /><br />Wendy Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bonfire-night-8/
