Abbie Walker shares her bonfire night poem, ‘Tissue Paper Flames’.

Blood trickles to my cheeks, flashing ruby, soaking across a pale surface. The throbbing vehicle behind my ribs deafens me and I redden further as the sound fills my ears, …

Inky darkness ebbed and creeped, Black and cold and deeply steeped, In auburn fire of Sun’s rebirth, Pale moon above the ebony Earth. Leaves twist and writhe upon the ground, …