Fireworks

• Emma Bishop, Grade 4, Newington Public School
• Poetry
• 2022

Excellence Award in the 'National Treasures 2022' competition

As sneaky as a lion hiding in the grassy plains
quietly waiting, watching, wondering,
keeping both eyes on its prey,
trying to find the opportune moment to pounce.
Then silently, secretly, suddenly
the deafening, explosive sounds
of colourful, glimmering fireworks
paint the inky night sky.
It reminds me of popcorn
popping in the microwave
nothing at first but then,
a crescendo of explosions stimulating my senses.
The dusty scent of smoke fills the air
as the glittering balls of fire shoot
then explode into beautiful patterns
dancing across a black canvas.
Pure Joy