Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Fairground

Fairground

Brash galaxy of light and noise
screaming with children
burned with laughter and tears;
muscled pumping engines
manipulating gaudy chandeliers.
The Cinderella of night is pushed
from this mud-clad tent of tight excitement.

Pungent nasal assailment of diesel fume and candy floss;
odourous cocktail.
Sharp shots of sparkled static pierce battlefield ears
as yesterday's brassy pop-masters
fumble, in integrated deadlock, to claim attention.

Spinning webs of red and yellow blur,
devour the gullible in a vortex of speed,
a frenzy of vertigo,
until,
the web relaxes its grip
releasing its catch, spun dry of cries.

A gentle-giant unicycle stirs through the air
reaching up into brief breaths of high fresh darkness,
stroking the sky
which will cast its silence, again,
late
in the forge of night.

2 comments:

Rita L. Betti said...

Waht a beautiful poem . . . full of color and sound and action. The images are wonderful.

C Schaal said...

Knowing, from your postings on CW that you hold a church ministry position, I find your poetry engaging. Many of us find, I am sure, little time to write other than what is required of us professionaly - sermons, Bible lessons, newsletter articles, press releases and the like. I am sure this outlet (the blog)helps keep you sharp. Thanks for adding to the body of literature.

Chas Schaal
"Those who can, do. Those who excel, teach." - Todd "Sandy" Peters,
excerpt from "Sandy's Castle", 2005

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