Bonfire Knight
To trace the trail
from palm to fingertip,
sends shivers
as you shy away,
nervous at the touch
of a stranger,
invading the space
so carefully maintained
in a perfect barrier.
Fumble with the spark
and light the fuse,
run like the wind,
hope for the best
and trust that when
the light goes out
it’s only to see
the trail, tracing along the night
exploding in colour, in love,
in light, despite dark.
To illuminate a night
when the stars
are pale and the moon
watches from afar,
no longer the knight
in shining armour.
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A short bonfire night themed poem, picture prompt by Zerous.
RLT 
That was lovely. I really liked the imagery. Thanks for the follow, by the way.
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Excellent poem sir
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