I Bet They Don’t Mention His Fireworks

by Michelle Frodo

Nearby Elvish voices were making songs of Lamentation for Gandalf....I hope you'll say a word about his fireworks said Sam. Something like this:..."

I think this must be the fastest I have ever written and posted a poem! It's bonfire night and fireworks and being let off everywhere, which inspired me while on my way home. So I wrote and posted this in less then an hour. But it had to be posted on the fifth of November (remember remember!)

Not one of my best I don't think, and a bit of a change to how my poems usually work, but never mind.

Disclaimer- I don't own the first or last verse, which belongs to Mr Tolkien, but the rest of it is mine.

I Bet They Don't Mention His Fireworks

By Michelle Frodo

The finest rockets ever seen

They burst in stars of blue and green,

Or after thunder golden showers

Came falling like a rain of flowers

Like stars that shine up in the skies

Dancing wild like fireflies

Straight out of darkness shines the light

Of candles in the black of night

Brighter then the shining moon

Like flowers in the month of June

High in the sky them seem to hang

Before exploding with a bang

Then as the lights fall with a glimmer

Disappearing without a shimmer

The sky returning to its black

Until the swirling lights come back.

The finest rockets ever seen

They burst in stars of blue and green,

Or after thunder golden showers

Come falling like a rain of flowers.