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Kari Gunter-Seymour: A History of Fireworks

It’s July 1st. Whose idea it was to wait
I can’t remember, but me, my son
and two granddaughters, nine and ten,
are at the fireworks warehouse,
along with scads of other pyromaniacs,
sorting out scenarios for night sky panoramas,
shelves heaped to the ceiling with firepower.

I do my best to maneuver the cart. My son
considers tube launchers, skyrockets, mortars.
A particularly hearty woman standing her ground
near the Roman candles cackles,
these flaming swords are the bomb,
it’s my third trip back, my kids love’em.

Flaming swords? I envision “Star Wars”
or “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,”
ER visits, burn salve at best, but when I mention
what I overheard, my son says, Awesome!

I pick up a petite pink sword, offer it
to my sweet baby girls.
The first says, I want that black sword.
The second looks up at the top shelf, stacked
to the hilt with Thor’s hammer look-alikes,
says, I want one of those conk busters.

Night of, dusk closing in,
the sword tip is lit, sparks fly—
a fountain of reds, greens and golds.
My grandgirl lunges and parries, the granddog
darts in/out of spark showers, barks,
oohs and ahhs abound—applause, applause.
Then comes the hammer,
held high and fierce.
For a few magnificent seconds
sparks fly, the dog dances,
then silence and a wee sputtering flame.

We scratch our heads, grumble,
give in to lost cause.
But my warrior girl persists,
Mjölnir aloft, double gripped,
feet planted firm and wide,
shouts her warrior oath—
then all hell breaks loose.

Flames shoot, whistles whine,
colorful spheres escape containment.
We clap and hoot, amazed at the splendor,
each of us sporting bits of confetti and soot,
the expressions on our faces hilarious,
my granddaughter’s the best face of all,
agog in the wonder of her power.



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Copyright 2024 Kari Gunter-Seymour. First published in One Art.

Kari Gunter-Seymour is the Poet Laureate of Ohio. Her poetry collections include Dirt Songs (EastOver Press 2024). She is the executive director and editor of the Women of Appalachia Project’s Women Speak anthology series. Her work has been featured on Verse Daily, World Literature Today, American Book Review, The New York Times and Poem-a-Day.


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10 comments on “Kari Gunter-Seymour: A History of Fireworks

  1. janfalls
    July 3, 2025
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    I’m not a big fan of fireworks. I’d much rather read this lively poem with all its sights, sounds and splendid energy. Thanks for the vicarious experience!

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  2. Mary B Moore
    July 2, 2025
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    A delightful and so recognizable July 4 ballad, and I too especially love the ending!~. Thank you dear Kari and Michael!

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  3. donnahilbert
    July 2, 2025
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    I love Kari as poet and person! She is awesome in every way. I wish I were to be celebrating the 4th at her place instead of mine.

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  4. Laure-Anne Bosselaar
    July 2, 2025
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    Yay! What good writing: such energy and tension mounting, mounting, then the explosion of delights — so perfectly held in that last line!

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  5. boehmrosemary
    July 2, 2025
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    I am a Kari fan. There hasn’t been a Kari poem I didn’t enjoy mightily. And this one is no exception. “my granddaughter’s the best face of all, / agog in the wonder of her power.” Yesssssss 🙂

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