Sparklers in the dark

They came

2 grown ups

2 children

And a carrier bag.

Pockets and stomachs empty

Hearts full of hope.

They came from a green visual paradise

To the unremitting grey of an urban Midlands December.

And they breathed the colours of life

 Into the tattered and tired house

They filled the weary teary street

With sunshine smiles and exotic eastern promise.

And out of the darkest Black Country

Shone forth celestial light.