November is the month we celebrate Guy Fawkes Night in the UK. When we gather round the bonfire, eat toffee apples, watch a fireworks display, and the children write their names in the air with sparklers.
Like many celebrations in modern times, the origins are often forgotten and the evening is simply one of pure pleasure. But this time I’d like to remind us that this does celebrate a failed coup! It’s not often that a whole nation celebrates something that was designed to break a nation apart!
This week I have a word square celebrating everything we love about the current festival and it’s much lighter in tone as I know that last week might have felt a bit heavy with its revolutionary theme.
As with all word squares, the aim is to choose one word from each column and weave them into a story, a poem, a paragraph or even a first sentence. Alternatively, you can join the word square experts who attempt each week to use every single word in their writing.
Please feel free to leave your effort, or even a link to it if it’s on your own website, below. Alternatively, if you are time strapped share the title you might use, a first or last paragraph, or even a stanza from a poem, or some lyrics.
My effort is below (I’m not an expert!)
The bonfire was always lit at the highest part of the cliff so Fred my elderly neighbour two doors down said, used long ago as a beacon to guide the smuggling boats back to shore undercover of the festivities. Tony handed me a polystyrene cup full of hot pumpkin soup, I was glad of my gloves shielding tender skin from the heat. I smiled, grateful he had included me in the evening, it wasn’t often we spent time together in public, after all his wife and kids were here too. I blew out slowly letting the hot soup cool in the frosty air, watching my breath condense before drifting up and away.
Now it’s your turn. Why not use the comment area below to share your spooky offering?